Extemporaneous, anyone?

'To the point, loquaciousness never quite percieves any certain telos, so to say, but rather directs volleys where it well,' said Phil. 'Please don't continue,' said I, 'you are preaching to the choir, or perpetrating friendly fire, however you want to express it.' 'Well, all I meant to say, or express, as you so aptly put it, was that the common herd most inclined to talk are least inclined to communicate anything of substance, whereas those who might retain any amount of meaning within their craniums have to be chased down and wrung of their ideas; true, there are two types of idea retainers: taciturn, and just plain cryptic. I, on the other hand, would rather be talkative and clear.' 'Yes,' says I, 'but talking about talking, well, is not quite as good as maybe being slow to speak something worth while. There's something to be said for filtering out the gold dust, if you will, before dispersing it rather than having to put Humpty-Dumpty back together again.' 'Quite true,' said the other, 'if patience is your virtue; on the other hand, some of us would much rather make a search of it, a game of sorts.' 'But the search is not an end in itself, to me,' I replied, 'besides, there's game enough without home rules.'

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