Language Is A Social Art.

An Indirect Quotation We Can Usually Expect To Rate Only As Better Or Worse, More Or Less Faithful, And We Cannot Even Hope For Astrict Standard Of More And Less; What Is Involved Is Evaluation, Relative To Special Purposes, Of An Essentially Dramatic Act.

We Can Applaud The State Lottery As A Public Subsidy Of Intelligence, For It Yields Public Income That Is Calculated To Lighten The Tax Burden Of Us Prudent Abstainers At The Expense Of The Benighted Masses Of Wishful Thinkers.

We Cannot Stem Linguistic Change, But We Can Drag Our Feet. If Each Of Us Were To Defy Alexander Pope And Be The Last To Lay The Old Aside, It Might Not Be A Better World, But It Would Be A Lovelier Language.

Meaning Is What Essence Becomes When It Is Divorced From The Object Of Reference And Wedded To The Word.

The Lore Of Our Fathers Is A Fabric Of Sentences. A Pale Gray Lore, Black With Fact And White With Convention.