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.
'my name had never been my own,— rather belonging, all this time, to the Authorities, who forbade me to change it, or withhold it, as 'twere a Ring upon the Collar of a Beast, ever waiting for the Lead to be fasten'd on….'
'The truth is I have no idea what he thought about, what his internal life might have been like.'
'too many bosses / too many losses / too many niggas that's wantin' they own office'
'baby, I can see you've been fucked with, too'
One way to truly fulfill the potential of criticism on the interweb: a blog where every post is polemic against James Wood.
Civil servants who routinely handle the business of any man off the street are sublimely (i.e. terrifyingly) efficient.