Life was an impenetrable mystery cloaked in babble.
We think; therefore, we often talk rubbish.
I am always surprised when people read double entendres into my innocuous babble.
You speak baby gibberish?' asked Jack. 'Fluently. The adult-education center ran a course, and I have a lot of time on my hands.' 'So what did he say?' 'I don't know.' 'I thought you said you spoke gibberish?' 'I do. But your baby doesn't. I think he's speaking either pre-toddler nonsense, a form of infact burble or an obscure dialect of gobbledygook. In any event, I can't understand a word he's saying.' 'Oh.
How do you do?" said Violet. "How do you do?" said Klaus. "Odo yow!" said Sunny.
Too many individuals are like Shakespeare's definition of "echo,"--babbling gossips of the air.
I actually don't understand a word Paula's saying anymore. It's like a new language.
There’s always time for babbling.
Talkativeness has another plague attached to it, even curiosity; for praters wish to hear much that they may have much to say.
Granted I am a babbler, a harmless vexatious babbler, like all of us. But what is to be done if the direct and sole vocation of every intelligent man is babble, that is, the intentional pouring of water through a sieve?
