It's about how capiche sounds and not what it means.
An argument is tedious. There's deduction and induction, there has to be conviction, there could be emotion, and some condescension. Reminding me of the moods of this pseudo piece, here.
Analysis, on the other hand, is spawn of free ends. It's about the moot. Libertarian, in a better sense.
Language, the coordinating factor, doesn't help much. Just like this post, facts without a cause.
Ha, that's an argument.
< No, was a priori before it turned into an argument. >
Darn, all statements are arguments.
Aristotle made statements. Emphasised, rather.
Hmm, now emphasis has been dragged into what Butch says in Pulp Fiction -
Shit! Of all the fucking things she could forget, she forgets my father's watch! ... : I specifically reminded her - bedside table! On the Kangaroo! I said the words, "Don't forget my father’s watch."or dismissed and coiled away for something emanating from a social handicap among other things.
Trashing all of the above statements, it is
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
that I would like to bask upon.