Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.
. . . human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.
Human speech is like a cracked cauldron on which we bang out tunes that make bears dance, when what we want is to move the stars to pity