I use the words you taught me. If they don’t mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.
“He tried to rally his thoughts and form them in unassailable squares, but not a line would hold, they broke ahead of any shooting, and the Logos wandered disloyally off, alone, rudely hiccoughing and chewing on pieces of raw potato, looking surly and dangerous.”
William H. Gass