I once told the Dalek Emperor I speak five million languages. That might be stretching it just a wee, tiny bit. Without the TARDIS to help, I can only manage two or three thousand languages. The thing is, I love words. Love them. They have enormous power. They can inspire or discourage, hurt or comfort, explain or obfuscate. They are my first choice for settling conflict. I have always thought of words as the perfect weapons, because they could wound but not kill, and because they could never be stolen and used against me.

Now I know I was wrong.