Oy vey iz mir. This is a game to me, and you're a sitting duck so while the hell not?
a claim can not, by definition, be defamatory if it is true.
I had permitted that possibility (cf. paragraph four), allowing for an alternative scenario wherein your comments are not defamatory, but, having supposed no aspersion, they are nonetheless demonstrably uncivil, rather bullying in point of fact.
Moreover, defamation is but one, albeit convenient for your sake, definition of aspersion. Now you've gone from insults to denial, transmogrified from a petulant amnesiac to a fallacious, cherry-picking, obfuscating prevaricator.
As if perpetually pointing out, in a conspicuously insolent manner, an ugly person's ugliness, a gay guy's homosexuality, a mentally challenged person's feeble-mindedness, or continuously critiquing to no end the foibles of any other person is not at all a form a derogation (one of the aforementioned definitions of aspersion).
This is asinine, and you are either unwittingly dim-witted for believing it or purposefully delusive and deceitful for attempting to get others to believe it.
you're a curious case, that's all.
And you're obsessed with trivialities, but sadly that is not all...
your affected, dictionary-swallowing persona
What is the affectation? That Nom de Plume is a persona (persona being synonymous with mask, etymologically), as are all other online personalities (consider the so-called Online Disinhibition Effect, Proteus Effect, and so forth).
Or that I "swallowed" (an equivocal term, to say the best of it) a dictionary? What does this amorphous cliché you love to disgorge even mean? That I consumed a dictionary, as one would consume any body of knowledge, and thus am not affecting my vocabulary any more than a physicist affects his knowledge of physics? Or...what?
used for some of your posts but others are written in a rather more common manner.
While it is rather perturbing to know how closely you monitor my activity, I'll humor you with a response nonetheless.
I'm an inveterate user of sundry GABAergic drugs, as you've probably come to know through your peculiar voyeurism of me. In particular, I have a weak spot for barbiturates and booze, usually used concomitantly.
I'm ignorant of the underlying pharmacological explanation of this, but barbiturates seem to affect my locution such that my active vocabulary or word usage is attenuated and vaguely appears inaccessible until the drug's effects wear off.
That is to say, my speech becomes less stilted, less prolix, less circumlocutory, less Hegel/Kant/Sarte/Heidegger-esque and Aspie-like. I communicate clearer, simpler, succinctly, and—at least for you—more dulcet and not as objectionably well-read.
Whenever my prose goes from stupefyingly turgid to satisfyingly tame, I've most likely just self-administered a barbiturate, strongly hypnotic benzodiazepine, or am sloshed on at least 500 mL (per every 2 hours) alcohol.
i just wonder who you're trying so hard to impress and why?
Expression that leaves no impression is what I call cacophonous ordure, not mellifluous oration. One is either speaking poetically, pedatically, or pitiably and forgettably.
There is little space for platitudinous, pedestrian prose in my parlance. Small talk is for the small-minded; being verbally stale is for the vocably vacuous and phrasally frail.
I speak and write for my own amusement. I read my writing, and if I am impressed then damn the rest.
Addendum: Oh, and Stephen Fry concurs, but in a much more laconic and poignant mode, as in :