Thiery Bernier: English is a lurching fool of a language.
Spider: But it communicates hate well.
Thiery Bernier: That is nothing to be proud of.
In dreamlike Wyhotth, where musesang the vibrant lyssle-wing, the Brether-Clave of Amathoro had gathered at last for Sothenfeast; knurl and truthseller alike parleyed anxiously of the sure bequeathment of Voro-Denang, legendary Kalx of Vestramne, but none more querulously than Jeff, who had just come in from Buffalo and didn't know what the hell anything was supposed to be.
— Nicole Postorino, Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest 2022