My wealth is my shelf of books! - Jack Vance

Mardien sat glaring on the floor and Travec caught a glimpse of a wild, primordial beast. It was the swiftest of visions and he thought what marvelous disguises were beauty and civilization.

“I made no such assertion,” Ifness said. “You drew a faulty inference, for which I cannot accept responsibility. In any event the situation is more complicated than you suppose, and you must be prepared for subtlety.”
“Subtlety or deception?” demanded Etzwane. “The effect is much the same.”
Ifness held up his hand. “I will explain the situation, if only to reduce the flow of your reproaches.”

Enough of this intolerable inanity! I propose that such loquacity passes beyond the scope of nuisance and over the verge of turpitude.