Edvard Munch

[MTC]

"At an oil painting Phil Resch halted, gazed intently. The painting showed a hairless, oppressed creature with a head like an inverted pear, its hands clapped in horror to its ears, its mouth open in a vast, soundless scream. Twisted ripples of the creature's torment, echoes of its cry, flooded out into the air surrounding it; the man or woman, whichever it was, had become contained by its own howl. It had covered its ears against its own sound. The creature stood on a bridge and no one else was present; the creature screamed in isolation. Cut off by - or despite - its outcry.

'He did a woodcut of this,' Rick said, reading the card tacked below the painting.

' I think,' Phil Resch said, 'that this is how an andy must feel.'"

- Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep