[Its] language is as bare as a monk's cell, and as uninviting.

John Henry Newman was as English as roast beef, even if he lacked a passion for cricket.

They cannot make it say what they want it to say. And this is the beginning and the end of the case for retaining the old language: If the churches give it up, who will remember how to say what is said?

The Ely Experience: 'Private Morals and Public Truth'

It's very bare-bones in its text, and that's the way it's been since 1859. It's never been particularly wordy.

While I admire the insights of many of the people in the world of computing, I get this cold feeling that I speak a different language.