Well, what can one say...

One can say nothing.

One is simply not allowed to.

There are powers of which we know nothing who prohibit all departures from their agenda of which we know nothing.

However just because one can only say nothing does not mean that one has to be silent.

Indeed many of the finest most eloquent speakers find this not a bit of an impediment, some of them positively extol it as being by nature of an asset and say that if they had anything at all to say they should be quite lost.

For indeed, reality is an altogether too complicated affair to be spoken of neatly and furthermore taken as a whole is the most frightfully uncouth subject; coupled with this all language is imprecise and will therefore not convey the correct meaning and is therefore to be taken as a lie.

Not wishing that I should be called a liar nor uncouth and preferring not to speak in a disordered fashion the aforementioned policy clearly has much to commend it.

One may have gained the delusion that I have now said something, that is categorically untrue, as by saying something and immediately contradicting it both statements cancel each other out leaving a net figure of nothing.

This of course is all patently incorrect.

I have also been reading George Elliot.