Comrade, the Factory has built a palace of excess within the reassuring bars of efficiency. Why create less words for things when you can create more? When you can have seventeen words for 'need', so that you can never run out of ways to tell people what they deserve? Nineteen words for one chemical so you can slip one off and the next on whenever the fashion shifts?

Comrade, the world needs options! Nay, deserves options! And there is literally no one but the Factory who can provide them with those options. So is it not our duty to do so?