The language forest contains both jungle and park. They corrected me when I wrote as we spoke, but not when I used unknown words like reconvoke. The banquet I remember most was a naked grape served on a pair of smiling lips. My private life is holy and I'm one hell of a holy person. I'm 4000 years old and fascinated by my own lack of experience.
Language is the food of the intellect.
I've eaten lots of junk food and mountains of leftovers. Mostly I've eaten hearty meals in familiar surroundings and on occasion I've had meals so delicious that they've become candlelights in my mind. The banquet I remember most was a naked grape served on a pair of smiling lips. The intellect can't live on language alone. Reality keeps getting in the way of my plans.