one does not only wish to be understood when one writes; one wishes just as surely not to be understood.
Like many intellectuals, he was incapable of saying a simple thing in a simple way.
Incomprehensible jargon is the hallmark of a profession.
These poor women in academia have to talk this silly language that nobody can understand in order to be accepted, they think.
Gobbledygook may indicate a failure to think clearly, a contempt for one's clients, or more probably a mixture of both. A system that can't or won't communicate is not a safe basis for a democracy.
Your saying 'I do not understand you' is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve.
Methinks the human method of expression by sound of tongue is very elementary, and ought to be substituted for some ingenious invention which should be able to give vent to at least six coherent sentences at once.
The reason people need advice on using social media is that they're a much more complex and nuanced way to communicate than a conversation or email.
Books woke me up. Books are my favorite man-made objects. I fetishize their design, smell, feel. And that they can contain such burning, complex communications is a miracle to me.
Language is the most beautiful and destructive thing because it allows you to express yourself, but it totally confuses everything.
So much of language is unspoken. So much of language is compromised of looks and gestures and sounds that are not words. People are ignorant of the vast complexity of their own communication.
The world rarely shrieks its meaning at you. It whispers, in private languages and obscure modalities, in arcane and quixotic imagery, through symbol systems in which every element has multiple meanings determined by juxtaposition.
