Currently reading David Farrell Krell’s Archeticture: Ecstasies of Space, Time and the Human Body for academic reasons. This guy rolls in his language, revels in it, and it’s intensely enjoyable to read. He’s acutely aware of the rhythms and structures of his metaphors, to the point of self-satirization:

"Professional philosophy is worse: utterly enamored of its own technical wizardry in argumentation, it runs its epistemological vacuum cleaner roughshod over everyone else’s language, scoring points each time an opponent’s ideas can be proven to be either false or trivial." (14)

"We do not know if we are merely teasing ourselves with our little clevernesses, learning to be satisfied with divertissement, happy enough with distractions, if that is all there is, until the weasel goes pop." (4)

And I’m only on page fourteen.