T he language of truth is unadorned and always simple. That is, it is a language which is being molded by writers to do delicate things and yet be within the grasp of superficially educated people. It is not a natural growth, much as its proletarian writers would like to think so.
T o have another language is to possess a second soul.
Even the interpretation and use of words involves a process of free creation. The physical entities which seem to serve as elements in thought are certain signs and more or less clear images. Of course women learn it. We're not dumb. If you can tell Margaret Thatcher from Ronald Reagan, or Indira Gandhi from General Somoza, by anything they say, tell me how.