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Sunday, May 22, 2011


He fanatically believed that men of words were weasels; that they were anything but men of their word; that they wove deeper meaning into plain talk to camouflage their intent, to advance their causes; that they relegated the less loquacious to silent insignificance. Unfortunately he'd confused writers with rhetoricians. But then, he'd say that me saying that plainly proves his point.