Leonid Nikolaevich Andreev. Judas Iscariot (№ 430610)

While his lively and cunning eye was moving, Judas seemed simple and kind, but when both eyes stopped motionless and the skin on his bulging forehead gathered into old bumps and folds, there was a painful guess about some very special thoughts tossing and turning under this skull. They were completely alien, very special, they had no language at all, they surrounded the pondering Iscariot with a deaf silence of secrets, and I wanted him to speak, move, even lie as soon as possible. For the very lie spoken in human language seemed to be truth and light in front of this hopelessly deaf and unresponsive silence.