I want a little Kasey Mohammad doll whose string I can pull, whereupon he would deliver quotes like this (gleefully out of context):
"... the language, however 'poetically' elevated it is or isn’t, is carefully calibrated to accommodate that reality ..."
Yep. With the dangling "that" and everything.
Just to assauge fears that I am sucking up to Kasey: his breath smells. His breath smells like dead penguins on a bus.