Language Is The Net That Holds Thought

Every Decoding Is Another Encoding.

Walt Whitman, He Who Laid End To End Words Never Seen In Each Other's Company Before Outside Of A Dictionary.

Perhaps That's What We're All Looking For - Desire Undiluted By Habit.

Four Times, Under Our Educational Rules, The Human Pack Is Shuffled And Cut - At Eleven-plus, Sixteen-plus, Eighteen-plus And Twenty-plus - And Happy Is He Who Comes Top Of The Deck On Each Occasion, But Especially The Last. This Is Called Finals, The Very Name Of Which Implies That Nothing Of Importance Can Happen After It.

Language Is The Net That Holds Thought Trapped Within A Particular Culture. But If One Could Only Strike The Ball With Sufficient Force, With Perfect Timing, It Would Perhaps Break Through The Netting, Continue On Its Course, Never Fall To Earth, But Go Into Orbit Around The World.