Language is a virus (from outer space)

After motioning me to a deep leather armchair the D.S. walked around behind me talking in a voice without accent or inflection, a voice that no one could connect to the speaker or recognize on hearing it again. The man who used that voice had no native language. He had learned the use of an alien tool. The words floated in the air behind him as he walked.

William S. Burroughs (1914-1997),  The Ticket That Exploded, 1962-67