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.
'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.
Tonight I made my first purely strategic shot in a game of pool, not to sink a ball of my own (I didn't have a shot) but to deprive my opponent of any good shots. And it worked!