Between loquacious and laconic, I would hope to be accused of being laconic. KYDMS. And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity…. But the tongue can no man tame. I spent so many hundreds of hours in solipsistic silence long ago that I began to, or realized that I love it. It has always been hard for me to express myself orally. But then, after marriage and working with true friends, I began to talk—perhaps too much. I can carry on, given a subject of interest and an appreciative audience. But, sinking back into obscurity, and left alone, I can very easily be silent. As I have said over the years, “Left alone, I would a solipsist be.”