Oh morphology, how I would love thee if just I'd attended class more!
Sally Salter, she was a young teacher who taught,
And her friend, Charley Church, was a preacher who praught;
Though his enemies called him a screecher, who scraught.
His heart, when he saw her, kept sinking, and sunk;
And his eye, meeting hers, began winking, and wunk;
While she in her turn, fell to thinking, and thunk.
In secret he wanted to speak, and he spoke,
To seek with his lips what his heart long had soke,
So he managed to let the truth leak, and it loke.
The kiss he was dying to steal, then he stole;
At the feet where he wanted to kneel, and he knole;
And he said, "I feel better than ever I fole."
(This is to say, last exam on Monday and then I expect to be back in the fandom circus... Wish me luck!)
ETA: Another gem of a quote from the text I'm reading in preparation, in turn quoting novelist Marguerite Yourcenar: Grammar, with its mixture of logical rule and arbitrary usage, proposes to a young mind a foretaste of what will be offered to him later on by law and ethics, those sciences of human conduct, and by all the systems wherein man has codified his instinctive experience. I'm snorting my way through this one! Wonderfully dry humour all through it, though I can't say I'm explicitly gaining new linguistic insight.
ETA2: This time from the author himself (for the record, Steven Pinker in The Language Instinct, chapter 5): Since the Sony Walkman was introduced, no one has been sure whether two of them should be Walkmen or Walkmans. (The nonsexist alternative Walkperson would leave us on the hook, because we would be faced with a choice between Walkpersons and Walkpeople.) OH EM GEE. *giggles shamelessly*
And her friend, Charley Church, was a preacher who praught;
Though his enemies called him a screecher, who scraught.
His heart, when he saw her, kept sinking, and sunk;
And his eye, meeting hers, began winking, and wunk;
While she in her turn, fell to thinking, and thunk.
In secret he wanted to speak, and he spoke,
To seek with his lips what his heart long had soke,
So he managed to let the truth leak, and it loke.
The kiss he was dying to steal, then he stole;
At the feet where he wanted to kneel, and he knole;
And he said, "I feel better than ever I fole."
(This is to say, last exam on Monday and then I expect to be back in the fandom circus... Wish me luck!)
ETA: Another gem of a quote from the text I'm reading in preparation, in turn quoting novelist Marguerite Yourcenar: Grammar, with its mixture of logical rule and arbitrary usage, proposes to a young mind a foretaste of what will be offered to him later on by law and ethics, those sciences of human conduct, and by all the systems wherein man has codified his instinctive experience. I'm snorting my way through this one! Wonderfully dry humour all through it, though I can't say I'm explicitly gaining new linguistic insight.
ETA2: This time from the author himself (for the record, Steven Pinker in The Language Instinct, chapter 5): Since the Sony Walkman was introduced, no one has been sure whether two of them should be Walkmen or Walkmans. (The nonsexist alternative Walkperson would leave us on the hook, because we would be faced with a choice between Walkpersons and Walkpeople.) OH EM GEE. *giggles shamelessly*