Sometimes when actual statements seem coarse and obvious and of no help, I translate them back and forth between languages on
babelfish until I am left with an abstract statement which conveys (perhaps) the mood, with none of the offensive content.
All collapse, but as for all I am moved by official recognition of most time, being otherwise in control.
I wish I had big dusty dictionaries to dip in and out of in the corner of some warm library, slamming them shut with the offending word inside until the trail gets forgotten I loose what I am searching for.