Pro voyka pomouka a vouk u chatu.
One speaks of the wolf and it runs into the house.
You mustn’t say THE WOLF; instead, say the gentleman in a gray suit the hunger artist my long-toothed grandma the man-eyed beast You must say WOLF like the word is a pen cil cut in half by the water’s level; a thing unsplit but existing in two places. According to your eye: a paradox. You mustn’t say THE BEAR; instead, say the world’s hairiest man the growler-drinker the botherer of bees our premier wax-collector; Not THE _____________ but the belly-walker the S-whip the legless fang-puppy The word resists; must resist— the word is what calls the beast.