A Wrinkle in Time
"What are they singing?" Meg asked excitedly.
Mrs. Whatsit shook her beautiful head. "It won't go into your words. I can't possibly transfer it to your words. Are you getting any of it, Charles?"
Charles Wallace sat very still on the broad back, on his face an intently listening look, the look he had when he delved into Meg or his mother. "A little. Just a very little. But I think I could get more in time."
"Yes. You could learn it, Charles. But there isn't time, We can only stay here long enough to rest up and make a few preparations."
Meg hardly listened to her. "I want to know what they're saying! I want to know what it means."
"Try, Charles," Mrs. Whatsit urged. "Try to translate. You can let yourself go, now. You don't have to hold back."
"But I can't!" Charles Wallace cried in an anguished voice. "I don't know enough! Not yet!"
"Then try to work with me and I'll see if I can't verbalize it a little for them." (4.85-92)
Silence again. Not a word. It was as though the shadow had somehow reached out with its dark power and touched them so that they were incapable of speech. (4.138)
Mrs. Whatsit sighed. "Explanations are not easy when they are about things for which your civilization still has no words." (5.10)