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For linguistic deprivation to look at all political, as opposed to purely accidental, requires more than that someone benefits from the bias thereby introduced. Deprivation in the political context implies that someone else is responsible for imposing the limitation, for withholding that those deprived are seen as lacking. Linguistic deprivation ( Read more... )
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:)))
I am being cruel to be kind. Well. Actually, the other way around, more or less. But it's an aphorism, innit? which ought to count for something.
(It's not just a tendency to get distracted! It is a natural and healthsome urge, did I not my own self succumb to it? (They could cross paths with Cheery Littlebottom and Angua and Sally and Tawny whilst bar-hopping, just IMAGINE the Ensuing that would, well, ensue!))
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:'(
You are a most accomplished shoulder-demon and I salute you for it.
(And yes, yes you did. Although you don't yet seem to have succumbed satisfactorily to the Holmes crack impulse I was trying to inculcate. *accusing squint* (STOPPITSTOPPIT hmph. I mean. The world does not need more fanfic set in AM!))
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I have no idea what you're talking about, naturally, but I'll take the salute, it might come in handy.
(Well, that's because it's so much easier to pop out two paragraphs of Lady Rust contemplating her nosediving chances of winning than it is to write a full-length piece of delicious Holmesian crack. Besides, I am so very contrary. (Well, then. They could be with their ambassadoring husbands. In Lancre, perhaps. Trying scumble. Being thoroughly disapproved of by the resident witches, in a pass-the-cards-I-say-I-do-believe-I-have-a-Mr.-Onion sort of way, with bonus fashion advice for Mz. Esmeralda. That sort of thing. ...No?))
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Oh, and before I forget, another Nice Person admired your Luthien icon this morning. Such a nice icon. *pets it* :'D
*departs*
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*is gratified*
*waves*
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That was the trouble with the city these days. All these uppity dwarves and trolls striding around as if they had any right to use words like 'speciesism' and 'I know my rights, I do!' and 'That'll be twenty dollars upfront, thank you very much, your not-lordship'. They just weren't good old chaps, that's what it was. Didn't understand how things were done in civilised parts of the world. Something Must Be Done. And he would be the one to do it ( ... )
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THIS IS THE MOST MARVELOUS THING TO COME BACK TO AFTER A BRAINMINCING AP CALCULUS PRACTICE TEST EVER.
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*sympathy cookies re: TEST*
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Where the Drum’s usual hubbub had hushed to a startled silence. “Isn’t it charming?” said Lady Rust, happily surveying the grimy walls, battered furniture and soaked sawdust floor.[1] A shocked array of scarred faces surveyed her back, to no effect whatsoever. She raised her voice, hoping to interrupt the rather heated conversation going on behind her. “All sorts of heroic chaps frequent this place, I hear. If we’re lucky, we may see what I believe is known as ‘a bar brawl’. And Ronald was telling me just the other day that the place is a blight upon the fair name of Ankh-Morpork, so we can be quite sure we won’t meet him here, which is the ( ... )
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Also: ~GOOEY LOVE FOR THIS~, I has it.
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Also, YAY! :D
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