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.
'I am not I, but the street, the lanterns, this and that event, nothing more.'
'… a work of diligent, lucid, and ultimately serene pedagogy…'
'… I still had to get out…'
Four decades of The Ex
'… a sort of a submissive acquiescence to feelings of bafflement and confusion.'
'… Montaigne's scandalously demotic habit…'
The Cruft of Fiction
'We just let it spill over.'