I am not sure I am understanding the essential quality of "Duende" properly, but this line from Lear, when he realises that Cordelia is truly dead, always chills me with its emotion. It is a line stammered in horror, and its effect could not be reproduced by a "sensible" or "more descriptive" line:
Lear: And my poor fool is hanged! No, no, no life?
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more.
Never, never, never, never, never!
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