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.
'Reading the essay now, I still sense in it the initial exhilaration in finding ways to mean everything I was saying, and to say a larger fraction of what I had philosophically to say, than I had ever experienced. The elation was an experience as of escaping from what I had inarticulately felt in my philosophical education, and remaining in much of philosophy's dispensation as I began my life of teaching philosophy, as prohibitions on, or suspicions of, everyday speech, quite in the absence of patient attention to the individual utterance.'
Train metaphors make their way into German James Brown reviews as much as English ones.
The slow despair of boarding a cool, quiet, empty bus that does not stay that way.
DIY Moretti-ism for the interviews in the second part of The Savage Detectives.
The dismay of seeing the convenience store cashier, who sells people lottery tickets at the convenience store, standing in line at the convenience store, buying a lottery ticket.