no longer a need to say it

So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years-
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l'entre deux guerres—
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it.

Four Quartets, T S Eliot