Objection, your Honour
I must object vociferously to the five whole pages in Keywords by Raymond Williams dedicated to the definition of "revolution", the content of which manages to be beautifully eloquent and brimming with brilliant academic conviction, while simultaneously saying Nothing Whatsoever about exactly what the hell a revolution is.
I must object also to my insufferable radiator, which possesses a dial clearly marked "on" on the right and "off" on the left, but nonetheless remains stoically and stubbornly Ice-Cold either way.
Also, also, I object to being forced to spell "recognise" instead of the far more logical and phonetically rational "recognize". Nobody, nobody says "recogniSe". Nobody.