I’m intrigued by the mischief of language. My chances of successful communication are fairly good, I think, as long as I restrict myself to common, easily identifiable physical objects. Statements like ‘Pass the salt, please,’ or ‘Stand with your toes on the yellow line and face the camera,’ are not likely to be occasions for serious misunderstanding. Things change, however, when I stray from the common physical landmarks and venture into the thinner atmosphere of abstractions. Statements like, ‘My clearest memories are of pre-organic states of quietude,’ or ‘Excesses of wealth are an immunological disease,’ or ‘I am merely another localized subjectivity floating in space,’ are likely to produce a certain pause in the interpretive processes of an interlocutor. That’s OK, I think. Pauses have their place.