John Mackinnon Robertson, The Yellow Book, Volume 13 — Concerning Preciosity
“ They play with words, they twist and deform them, they cast up sudden perspectives, sharp contrasts, which leap out, stroke upon stroke, one after the other, to infinity. They throw flower on flower, tinsel on tinsel; everything that glitters gives them pleasure; they gild and embroider and plume their language as they do their clothes. Of clearness, of order, of good sense, they have no thought; it is a festival and it is a riot: absurdity pleases them." [4] Allowing for differences of time and culture and class, this holds more or less true of preciosity always. It is a wilful play of bias. ”
