You cannot deliver a comeback devastating enough to unmake a documented transfer.

When Marcus walked into that wedding with his polished sentence, he was bringing performed power, the only kind he had, to a fight against documented power, the only kind that lasts, and it was no contest, because the two do not even operate in the same dimension.

His sentence lived and died in the thirty seconds it took to say it.

My documents would still be true, and filed, and binding, long after everyone in that ballroom had forgotten the wedding.