Beppo is sententious; ponderously illustrative; he can't turn; he is long-winded; he, I am afraid, my Carlo, studies the journals.

He has got your journalistic style, wherein words of six syllables form the relief to words of eight, and hardly one dares to stand by itself.

They are like huge boulders across a brook.
The meaning, do you, see, would run of itself, but you give us these impedimenting big stones to help us over it, while we profess to understand you by implication.

For my part, I own, that to me, your parliamentary, illegitimate academic, modern crocodile phraseology, which is formidable in the jaws, impenetrable on the back, can't circumvent a corner, and is enabled to enter a common understanding solely by having a special highway prepared for it,--in short, the writing in your journals is too much for me.

Beppo here is an example that the style is useless for controversy.