Let me Cormac that for you (for a perfect Hemingway score)...

  I got some thoughts on that.  I'm a student, see.

  They call me master, but it don't mean much.  Learned a bit from Aronoff down around San Pedro.  Rees-Miller too.  Real men of discipline.

  'bout myself, I got thoughts on discourse, but that's pragmatism talkin'

  I hear you like math though.  Chomsky's a son of a bitch, and he do know grammar.  But he can't put you in a box even if you talk animals, or rocks - 'cause he don't know where you come from.

  And that thing you asked me to read?  

  I read it.

  Keeps the rain off, but ain't that what semantics is all about?  Keeping concepts from seeping into your cloths to dampen your soul?  

  Your brain?

  I said too much already, but discipline's a creature of words.  A silver toung'd preachers words if you ask me.