Quote the craven
Language is the most beautiful toy. It’s more than individual words or grammar. It goes beyond accuracy and fact, beyond sentiment and propaganda. It’s all of that - and so much more. Sometimes language becomes part of something infinitely bigger: some lines become part of the archetypical linings of the human cave.
Sometimes, it is a particular context:
“I did not have sexual relations with that woman.”
“I’m not a crook.”
Sometimes, it’s the occasion:
“I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat.”
“Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.”
Sometimes, it’s the sheer orgasmic finality of things:
“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn”
“Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.”
Sometimes though, language simply makes an easy victim for lazy writers who want to get away with murder, so, yes, I’m very much afraid,
“Th-th-th-that’s all folks!”
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