Mental blocks for christmas
Just seen my folks onto their flight. They’ve been up for a couple of days, hence seasiding on Thursday and slight incommunicado-ness (hence also the interesting experience of explaining to my father, on a crowded bus, the subtleties that are involved in an arrest for ‘cottaging’. Really, don’t ask.)
Anyway, yesterday I was checking out a book on linguistics I’d bought and it mentioned an Aboriginal language that had only three verbs. Half to myself I said out loud
“Verbs. They’re ‘doing' words, aren’t they?”
My mother’s look of incredulous horror that I’d even needed to ask really had to be seen to be believed.
Hey! I can use the damn things, I just can’t tell you what they’re called.
Though this may explain why I didn’t get that ‘A’ for English. May also have had something to do with hating most of the set texts and not reading them properly.
Mill On The Floss - George Elliot ::retch::
You couldn’t pay me to re-read that one.
In fact, I don’t think holding a gun to my head could persuade me to crack the cover.
In fact, even if Don, Ryan and Captain Jack oiled up and offered to perform lap-dances for my own personal delectation it wouldn’t…
Actually - no, that would persuade me. I think that could convince me to do a lot of things, up to and including assassinating the pope, burning down London, massacring the entire population of Luxembourg (and hey, who would miss ‘em?) and even *shudder* re-reading Mill On The Floss.
But it would be a close call with the book.
Anyway, yesterday I was checking out a book on linguistics I’d bought and it mentioned an Aboriginal language that had only three verbs. Half to myself I said out loud
“Verbs. They’re ‘doing' words, aren’t they?”
My mother’s look of incredulous horror that I’d even needed to ask really had to be seen to be believed.
Hey! I can use the damn things, I just can’t tell you what they’re called.
Though this may explain why I didn’t get that ‘A’ for English. May also have had something to do with hating most of the set texts and not reading them properly.
Mill On The Floss - George Elliot ::retch::
You couldn’t pay me to re-read that one.
In fact, I don’t think holding a gun to my head could persuade me to crack the cover.
In fact, even if Don, Ryan and Captain Jack oiled up and offered to perform lap-dances for my own personal delectation it wouldn’t…
Actually - no, that would persuade me. I think that could convince me to do a lot of things, up to and including assassinating the pope, burning down London, massacring the entire population of Luxembourg (and hey, who would miss ‘em?) and even *shudder* re-reading Mill On The Floss.
But it would be a close call with the book.