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.
'josh sometimes i feel like yr. only interested in *anything* methodologically'
On the bus tonight I was accosted by a drunken co-ed Twins fan. After she called me a hater and played with my beard, I patted her on the back and she was diverted elsewhere in her drunken mania.
'Besides, he does not need food, but I do.'
I have a new bag which closes with large velcro straps and which are resoundingly, conspicuously loud. Tonight on the bus as I opened it a little boy sitting in front of me turned around, affecting an adultish look that said something like: what you have there is quite interesting to me.
A man boarded the bus tonight and proceeded to pick his nose in a vacant, agitated way, not at all covertly inspecting each find before he ate it. On his way down the aisle when leaving, he lightly touched three of the handrails.
—The heightened tension caused by having pulled the cord for a stop when the bus is caught at an intervening light.
'Eternally asleep, his dreams walk about the city where he persists incognito.'