I am pleasantly surprised at how the monotonous crunch of the author’s meandering monosyllables really underscores how wrong he is. At times it’s forced caveman speech -- oops, I mean “words of ones who lived before books in caves and did not talk good.” At other times it seems to be railing against embellishment and condensing ideas—for which I prefer Strunk and White’s “omit needless words” dictum, as, I mean, how embellished is this:

> Some might say a shaft of light and then a dim glow, some warp as well as weft, both fire and ice, a roll on the drum as much as a toot on the flute.

Hard to determine whether the self-parody was intentional. But it was funny either way.