A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
A motley fool; a miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool
Who laid him down and bask'd him
in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
In good set terms and yet a motley
As You Like It,
Act II, Scene 7
L'homme y passe à travers des
forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards
Les Fleurs du Mal,
[T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.
Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7