The words “insipidly solipsistic” can only be put together in a written sentence.
They’re hard enough to say aloud one at a time. Together, in a sentence, they’re nearly impossible.
Insipidly solipsistic. Insipidly solipsistic insipidly solipsistic insipidly solips…oh dear God.
Solipsism, by the way, means that only I exist for sure. My mind, anyway. You might exist, but I can’t objectively prove that and, thus, I’m the only one who exists for sure.
Okay, so I can see you, and touch you, and talk to you, but that doesn’t mean you exist in the same way I do. How am I supposed to know what’s going on inside your head? You might just be some kind of automaton, placed here for my convenience. Or even created by my own imagination.
Insipid means dull, boring, tasteless. Lacking in qualities that interest or stimulate. So “insipidly solipsistic” would mean that I’m the only real being in existence, and I’m unbearably boring, which clearly makes the phrase an oxymoron, not to mention criminally inaccurate.
And hey: if you clicked over here to read this, you’ve got no valid arguments against that.
Hat tip Althouse.