Phil’s body is an illiterate body. It’s a body that doesn’t speak the language. His mind is never not describing the world, an over-articulate mind, a mind that is hyperactive in its desire to narrate, but his body is dumbstruck, bumbling, upset with itself like a child who hasn’t yet learned to speak and becomes enraged when no one understands what is meant by their babbling, their little face scrunched into a small and wounded tantrum.
