No matter what the advertising says, no matter how much you pay, it’s all second-hand.
A Revolutionist who depends on another person has put back on a suit and tie.
All human catastrophes
begin on someone’s tongue.
(Same is true for minor irritants.)
There IS no way to correctly use the language. In the City, proper speech is just another illusion.
There is this certain City philosopher who periodically falls over into some kind of daze. He lies still for a bit, and then begins to shake, kick and blink his eyes rapidly, while loudly proclaiming, “The key word is overnight!”