Volubility

His volubility had left him at last, and he sank down wearily on my sofa. I felt that no words of condolence availed, and I let him lie there quietly.

But there is no help for him — or for us, his readers — no way for him to stop the chattering by which he means to make his meaning clear […] Freddie Greenfield is doomed, then, and we are doomed along with him, victims of his volubility.