Master of evasion …

… The Prose Eliot | The Hudson Review. (Hat tip, Dave Lull.)

To persons whose minds are habituated to feed on the vague jargon of our time, when we have a vocabulary for everything and exact ideas about nothing—when a word half-understood, torn from its place in some alien or half-formed science, as of psychology, conceals from both writer and reader the meaninglessness of a statement, when all dogma is in doubt except the dogmas of sciences of which we have read in the newspaper, when the language of theology itself, under the influence of an undisciplined mysticism of popular philosophy, tends to become a language of tergiversation—[Lancelot] Andrewes may seem pedantic and verbal.

 A nice description of what often passes for discourse these days.