Ordinary language is all right.
One could divide humanity into two classes:
those who master a metaphor, and those who hold by a formula.
Those with a bent for both are too few, they do not comprise a class.
What makes us think that philosophy must be a kind of work?
Common places: the store, the office, the corner, the kitchen, the street.
'In my poetry a rhyme / Would seem to me almost insolent'
'… it is the common thing which is annonymously about us.'
In the really spectacular witness-stand breakdowns, defendants aren't just caught in lies or betrayed by their irrepressible passions, they're provoked to outpourings of murderous defiance.
Detectives question witnesses with a sort of repartee which tends to re-voice the witnesses' answers—for example to literalize them, or to insist on implicatures discretion would recognize but suppress.