And Ennis and Jack where anything but well educated.
In my book, and it may be Greek, it's all a form of art. Anything being delivered outside from within where it was born from a single thought is art. I just find the process fascinating, but then it doesn't take much.
E and J may not have had many of said tools, and they had to do a lot of reading between lines. There's a lot to language, but not all of it is necessary. Look at how easy it is to relate or identify with Ennis and Jack. One and/or the other.
In retrospect, I'm sometimes comfortable with the idea that one was blinded by fear, the other by love, and that they craved the same thing. Other times, I'm much weaker and find myself designing their chemistry with grey areas that lead my heart to a sanctuary away from tragedy or loss.
It seems impossible just how much power words have. I understand I have abused the English language as if it were a privelage.
And also that Annie wouldn't have crafted such a tent spike to our hearts, had she been concerned with her P's and Q's.
Kudos.
