"Don't worry; that won't help matters any."
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Sulphites are agreed upon most of the basic facts of life, and this common understanding makes it possible for them to eliminate the obvious from their conversation. They have found, for instance, that green is restful to the eyes, and the fact goes without saying, in a hint, in a mere word. They are aware that heat is more disagreeable when accompanied by a high degree of humidity, and do not put forth this axiom as a sensational discovery. They have noticed the coincidences known as mental telepathy usual in correspondence, and have long ceased to be more than mildly amused at the occurrence of the phenomenon. They do not speak in awe-struck voices of supernatural apparitions, for of all fiction the ghost story is most apt to be bromidic, nor do they expect others to be impressed by their strange dreams any more than with their pathological symptoms. Hypnotism, they are convinced, has attained t
A delightful little satire on the banality of the masses and those who overcome it. Burgess spends most of his time analyzing two factions of society--Bromides and Sulphites--describing their characteristics.
Since reading this I've been apt to rethink my everyday statements to avoid saying anything trite. Rather than help me become anything interesting and creative, it's mostly just been bothersome.
Regardless, it's worth a read and provides one with several "Ha ha! I know someone like that!" moments.