A což třeba taková báseň Raven (čili Havran) od E. A. Poea...
OnCe uPoN A MiDnIgHtH DrEaRy wOe, WhIlE I PoNdErEd, WeAk aNd wEaRy,
OwEr mAnY A QuAiNtH AnD CuRiOuS WoLuMe oF FoRgOtTeN LoRe—
WhIlE I NoDdEd wOe, NeArLy nApPiNg, SuDdEnLy tHeRe cAmE A TaPpInG WoE,
aS Of sOmE OnE GeNtLy rApPiNg, RaPpInG AtH My xAmBeR DoOr.
"'TiS SoMe wIsItOr," i mUtTeReD WoE, "TaPpInG AtH My xAmBeR DoOr—
OnLy tHiS, aNd nOtHiNg mOrE." =( MrTe Te MuCiNkAaAm PiCzO!
To asi není ono, že... Kdo řekne že jazyk má jen a jen na dorozumnění je u mě primitiv.