There it is, you can hardly get away from it. Misguided supporters of the Society for Pure English, resisting the impulse to say casually “the yellow stuff round my yorange” and “the bits inside, what you eat,” and knowing better than to give us _exocarp_, _carpel_, and _ovule_, will, however, perhaps misunderstand the aims of the Society by only using literary and semi-scientific language, by insisting on _paring_ the _integument_ and afterwards removing the _divisions_ of their fruit for _mastication_. But pure English does not mean putting back the clock; or doing mental gymnastics. Let them rather (when they don’t honestly push in that lump of sugar and suck) _skin_ off the _rind_, ignoring the _kim_ and scraping away the _kill-baby_, then pull out the _pigs_, _chew_ them decently, and put the _pips_ to their proper use. Good English surely is clear, easy, unambiguous, rich, well-sounding, but not self-conscious; for too much pruning kills.... THE END * * * * * Typographical errors corrected by the etext transcriber: He fell in victory’s pierce pursuit=> He fell in victory’s fierce pursuit {pg 55} End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of On English Poetry, by Robert Graves