Words . . . words . . . words . . . the languages and love . . .
Loving books is a widespread affliction. Loving words is even more ubiquitous. All kinds of people love all kinds of words. Big words - remember "supercalafragilisticexpialadocious" - I can hear it singing in my ears.
Little words - oi! - nothing beats it. I even like words I do not understand -
Schadenfreude is a currently popular word borrowed from the German language. After learning the definition, I like it even better.
I do not like the sound of the German language very well, though many English words have German origins. And I should have a genetic connection with that language, because I am of three-quarters German background. But it has not worked out to be the case.
Attempting to learn the Spanish language in middle age brought me to understand inflexible tongues, not the Spanish tongue per se, but my own old one. I love the sound of Spanish, the regularity of the lexicon, the lilt of the accent, the subtlety of the range of feelings possible through the use of romantic descriptors. I have heard it is the language of love.
Words come in many more forms than just Big or little. Have you seen a noun around? Which person pounced on my pronoun? Adjectives are agile additives. P.P.P.Past/Present/Future-When will I quit? Never.
However, the time has come to conclude this silliness. Back tomorrow. Bye!
Tags: language diary reflections
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