Words: Few things are more powerful. Whatever we conjure, the most abstract, cannot be without them.
Our thoughts, feelings and actions are nothing without letters, syllables.
With the depth of our vocabulary comes the breadth of our enlightenment. But the most simple can be the most profound.
This understanding is displayed in Aldous Huxley’s “Brave New World.”
“He hated Pope more and more. A man can smile and smile and be a villain. Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain. What did the words exactly mean? He only half knew. But their magic was strong and went on rumbling in his head, and somehow it was as though he had never really hated Pope before; never really hated him because he had never been able to say how much he hated him. But now he had these words, these words like drums and singing and magic. These words and the strange, strange story out of which they were taken (he couldn’t make head or tail of it, but it was wonderful, wonderful all the same) — they gave him a reason for hating Pope; and they made his hatred more real; they even made Pope himself more real.”
Passions and pursuits given meaning with articulate expression.
The following passage made me think of free speech and the benefits of good journalism. Basically, how concise, percise words tell a story.
“… I feel I could do something much more important. Yes, and more intense, more violent. But what? What is there more important to say? And how can one be violent about the sort of things one’s expected to write about? Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced. Thats one of the things I try to teach my students — how to write piercingly. But what on earth’s the good of being pierced by an article about Community Sing, or the latest improvement in scent organs? Besides, can you make words really piercing — you know, like the hardest X-rays — when you’re writing about that sort of thing? Can you say something about nothing? That’s what it finally boils down to. I try and I try …”
In the eyes of the state and accordingly of Huxley, words, essentially, make us “a little too able.”