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.
As I get off the bus, a couple is walking past the stop. 'Hello! Hello! Do you have a cigarette?' shouts the woman, waving her hands.
I tell her that I don't smoke.
'Thank you,' says the man, 'I wish I could sleep with you tonight.'
Do I want your arm there on the back of the seat, o man on the bus?
No I do not.
'Every word they say chagrins us and we know not where to begin to set them right.'
'Those, then, were Hans Castorp's favorite recordings.'
Carrying my usual bag, a bag of books, and a bag of groceries, I walked past a little boy. He asked his mother: 'Is that the mailman?'
'There are questions we could never get past, were it not that we are freed from them by nature.'
A previous reader has left a gray cut-out paper heart in the library's copy of the German Library volume of Kant's writings, starting at the page beginning the 'Idea for a Universal History from a Cosmopolitan Point of View'.