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.
In Celan, sunlessness.
'I must deliberate from what I am. Truthfulness requires trust in that as well, and not the obsessional and doomed drive to eliminate it.'
The deeply obscure locution, at best clear only to initiates into certain mysteries: 'pick out'.
No one story does it.
The imagination ought only ever to free; never compel.
The work done by italicizing 'ought'.
'No, you don’t understand. That’s the girl, that’s the girl, that’s the girl.'
Why is consequentialist reasoning so gross?
Most betray a wish from time to time to cast all words away; forego their use.