A
Delicious Slice of Nothing
It is infamous
to ascend your pulpit and pour over your people rivers of language,
cataracts of words, in which mere platitudes are held in solution
like infinitesimal grains of homeopathic medicine in an Atlantic of
utterance. Better far give the people masses of unprepared truth in
the rough, like pieces of meat from a butcher’s block, chopped off
anyhow, bone and all, and even dropped down in the sawdust, than
ostentatiously and delicately hand them out upon a china dish
a delicious slice of nothing at all,
decorated with the parsley of poetry, and flavored with the sauce of
affectation.
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C. H. Spurgeon, Lectures to My Students
