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.
Risky arguments, Gadamer, cherries in a bag.
The store down the street went out of business.
It was replaced by a coffin store.
I'm not sure if it's supposed to be a joke.
I think it might be a joke.
But they have a lot of coffins for it to be a joke.
—Someone has already marked up my Montaigne! —Oh… I have!
Distinct modes: singing to an audience about your life, singing to yourself about your life (before an audience, a microphone).
Turned inward even when not alone.
Even when wishing to be overheard?
Bach, coffee, 'hi', logic, Converge, Faust.