The English language is like a broad river on whose banks a few patient anglers are sitting, while, higher up , the stream is being polluted by a string of refuse-barges tipping out the muck of Fleet Street and the B.B.C.
Palinurus (Cyril Connolly) – The Unquiet Grave (1944)
The pollution we never dealt with.
In any public arena, UK Prime Minister Keir Starmer uses polluted political language to avoid the embarrassment of conveying any meaning whatever to his dwindling band of listeners.
Starmer has nothing to teach us, nothing to teach anyone, but polluted language allows him to stagger on with dead speech after dead speech. He wouldn't even be worth meeting and surely that's something to dwell on.
No one over thirty-five is worth meeting who has not something to teach us, - something more than we could learn by ourselves, from a book.
Palinurus (Cyril Connolly) – The Unquiet Grave (1944)
Palinurus (Cyril Connolly) – The Unquiet Grave (1944)
