There was nothing but the word. You can lie, cheat, fight but the words have to be right. The chisel and the hammer work the word sculpture, the artefact has to be tamed, framed in a context where the words give flight. The reader feels them first like a hook in the heart, a punch in the stomach but wants to follow, chase down their meaning. Doubled up in pain, they come back again to drink the poisonous, delirious words. The words run into sentences like dominos they tumble over each other. The paragraph link ideas and the reader remembers something from the beginning about the word. There is nothing but the word.