You have to think about it, then your spine will turn to ice. Grammar is like the labyrinthine law code of some ancient and despotic country. Or like a great palace built for aliens, where nothing fits, the chairs have spikes and the beds are the shape of forklifts. And yet this alien architecture is what we call home. All day, every day, we live with this inhuman architecture. It is the air our minds breathe, but it is not ours.

James Elkins

A Short Introduction To Anneliese