“Listen to the wheel,” said the voice which had already grown dear to Curdie: its very tone was precious like a jewel, not as a jewel, for no jewel could compare with it in preciousness.
…”Ma’am,” said Curdie, “I did try hard for a while, but I could not make anything of it.”
“Oh, yes, you did, and you have been telling it to me! Shall I tell you what I told my wheel, and my wheel told you, and you have just told me without knowing it?”
The telling of it (and the singing of it, if I included more of this passage) goes round and round. From chapter 8 in “Curdie’s Mission” from The Princess and Curdie by George MacDonald.
