". . .they say that a man who plays with words and makes anagrams and violates the language has ugliness in his soul and hates his father. . ." -Umberto Eco

And I say that Umberto Eco who writes books about language that speak only to Eco and his admirers who pretend to understand his poorly stated ideas, hates our plainspeaking souls and loves his ugly father.

(I'm only kidding about his father.)