I would assume that is because he is not that good of a talker and/or because his thought of train is not easily comprehendable. Yet for me what I have understood is enough to believe.
Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write,
First hovering o'er the paper with her quill:
Conceit and grief an eager combat fight;
What wit sets down is blotted straight with will;
This is too curious-good, this blunt and ill:
Much like a press of people at a door,
Throng her inventions, which shall go before.
- The Rape of Lucrece, William Shakespeare
