"Have you seen the man?
Have you looked at James Chadd going dismally to and fro from his dingy house to your miserable library, with his futile books and his confounded umbrella, and never seen that he has the eyes of a fanatic?
Have you never noticed, stuck casually behind his spectacles and above his seedy old collar, the face of a man who might have burned heretics, or died for the philosopher's stone?
It is all my fault, in a way: I lit the dynamite of his deadly faith.

I argued against him on the score of his famous theory about language--the theory that language was complete in certain individuals and was picked up by others simply by watching them.

I also chaffed him about not understanding things in rough and ready practice.

What has this glorious bigot done?
He has answered me.

He has worked out a system of language of his own (it would take too long to explain); he has made up, I say, a language of his own.