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 slow despair of boarding a cool, quiet, empty bus that does not stay that way.
DIY Moretti-ism for the interviews in the second part of The Savage Detectives.
The dismay of seeing the convenience store cashier, who sells people lottery tickets at the convenience store, standing in line at the convenience store, buying a lottery ticket.
'some sacred object, such as a lady, a casket, or the flag'
'American Indians of more than one tribe apparently take social relationships very seriously, not something to be lightly entered into, and at the same time appreciate that absence may induce change. In any case, they may decline to extend introductions within incidentally formed encounters, refrain from assuming that co-participation in the same with demands or even permits the quick initiation of talk between non-acquainteds, engage in silent courtship, and, to the point here, avoid verbal display when first re-establishing easy contact with a loved-one after a long separation.'
'resembling drummes, which beeing emptie within sound big without'