"A sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grows keener with constant use"
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A sharp tongue, Irving implies, is the one weapon you can sharpen just by swinging it. The line lands because it treats speech like a blade: practical, intimate, and a little dangerous. “Edge tool” is a slyly domestic phrase, the kind you’d find in a workshop rather than a battlefield, which makes the warning feel closer to home. This isn’t grand political oratory; it’s the everyday cruelty of wit, gossip, and put-downs, upgraded into a craft.
The intent is double-edged. On one level, it’s admiration for verbal dexterity: the person who keeps talking learns timing, precision, the art of cutting without lifting a hand. On another, it’s a moral indictment. Most tools dull with use; the sharp tongue gets worse. Practice doesn’t merely refine language, it conditions the speaker into ever faster contempt. The subtext is habituation: each barb makes the next one easier, until “honesty” becomes a pretext for performance and meanness passes for intelligence.
Context matters. Irving wrote in a culture that prized conversation as entertainment and social weaponry - salons, parlor rooms, newspapers - where reputation could be sliced thin without leaving evidence. His own era was also beginning to professionalize public voice through print, which meant a cutting remark could travel farther than the room it was spoken in. The line reads like a compact etiquette lesson for a society learning, in real time, that words scale. Use them carelessly and they don’t just injure; they train you to keep injuring, better and better.
The intent is double-edged. On one level, it’s admiration for verbal dexterity: the person who keeps talking learns timing, precision, the art of cutting without lifting a hand. On another, it’s a moral indictment. Most tools dull with use; the sharp tongue gets worse. Practice doesn’t merely refine language, it conditions the speaker into ever faster contempt. The subtext is habituation: each barb makes the next one easier, until “honesty” becomes a pretext for performance and meanness passes for intelligence.
Context matters. Irving wrote in a culture that prized conversation as entertainment and social weaponry - salons, parlor rooms, newspapers - where reputation could be sliced thin without leaving evidence. His own era was also beginning to professionalize public voice through print, which meant a cutting remark could travel farther than the room it was spoken in. The line reads like a compact etiquette lesson for a society learning, in real time, that words scale. Use them carelessly and they don’t just injure; they train you to keep injuring, better and better.
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