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There must have been a time when I was more interesting.
"In the odd names of our villages, in the pet-names we give our pigs or cows, and to our children too when they are youngs, Little Bean, prety Cowslip; in the nonsense rhymes in which so much simple wisdom is contained (not by accident, the language itself discovers these truths), or in the was, when two consonants catch up a repeated sound, a new thoguht goes flashing from one side to another of your head. all this mystery. It is a mystery of the deep past, but also of now. We recapture on our tongue, when we first grasp the sound and make it, the same word in the mouths of out long dead fathers, whose blood we move in and whose blood still moves in us. Language IS that blood."
--David Malouf (The only speaker of his tongue)
"In the odd names of our villages, in the pet-names we give our pigs or cows, and to our children too when they are youngs, Little Bean, prety Cowslip; in the nonsense rhymes in which so much simple wisdom is contained (not by accident, the language itself discovers these truths), or in the was, when two consonants catch up a repeated sound, a new thoguht goes flashing from one side to another of your head. all this mystery. It is a mystery of the deep past, but also of now. We recapture on our tongue, when we first grasp the sound and make it, the same word in the mouths of out long dead fathers, whose blood we move in and whose blood still moves in us. Language IS that blood."
--David Malouf (The only speaker of his tongue)