Oh, for a 48-hour day.
Sir Philip Sidney, on the merits of the English language:
Another will say it wanteth grammar. Nay truly, it hath that praise, that it wants not grammar: for grammar it might have, but it needs it not, being so easy in itself, and so void of those cumbersome differences of cases, genders, moods, and tenses, which I think was a piece of the Tower of Babylon's curse, that a man should be put to school to learn his mother-tongue.
It's nice to know that classicist language-frustration extends back through the centuries. :D
In other news, that midterm may or may not have kicked my ass. I really have no idea.
Another will say it wanteth grammar. Nay truly, it hath that praise, that it wants not grammar: for grammar it might have, but it needs it not, being so easy in itself, and so void of those cumbersome differences of cases, genders, moods, and tenses, which I think was a piece of the Tower of Babylon's curse, that a man should be put to school to learn his mother-tongue.
It's nice to know that classicist language-frustration extends back through the centuries. :D
In other news, that midterm may or may not have kicked my ass. I really have no idea.