User:Whimemsz

From KneeQuickie

Past Projects: Ryghělět, Réĝledh

Current Project(s): Hikóómayíi, (Hauraniyat)

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Some Memorable Bill Bryson Quotes:

• "Recent studies of cognates...have found possible links between some of those must unlikely language partners: for instance, between Basque and Na-Dene...and between Finnish and Eskimo-Aleut. No one has come up with a remotely plausible explanation of how a language spoken only in a remote corner of the Pyrenees could have come to influence Indian languages of the New World, but the links between many cognates are too numerous to explain in terms of simple coincidence."

• "Finnish has fifteen case forms, so every noun varies depending on whether it is nominative, accusative, allative, inessive, comitiative, or one of ten other grammatical conditions. Imagine learning fifteen ways of spelling cat, dog, house, and so on."

• "Estimates of the number of languages in the world usually fix on a figure of about 2,700..."

• "The Finns, lacking the sort of words you need to describe your feelings when you stub your toe getting up to answer a wrong number at 2:00 am, rather oddly adopted the word ravintolassa. It means "in the restaurant"."

• "Try getting your tongue around this sentence, from a parking lot in Gwynedd...A ydycg wedi talu a dodi eich tocyn yn y golwg? It translates roughly as "Did you remember to pay?" and, yes, it is about as unpronouncable as it looks."

• The town of Dolgellau, for instance, is pronounced doll-geth-lee, while Llandudno is klan-did-no.

• Try pronouncing geimhreadh, Gaelic for "winter," and you will probably come up with something like gem-reed-uh. It is in fact gyeeryee. Beaudhchais ("thank you") is bekkas and Ó séaghda (Oh-seeg-da?) is simply O'Shea.

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Heir to Paradise
Chris Zoller

I walked upon the golden paths and ways
Where oft before so many more had gone–
All travelers who in consummation raise
Into the sky and heav’nly raiment don,
In light illumined with empyreal rays
Of fiery brilliance perfectly displayed,
Where glorious centurion trumpets sound
O, heir to Paradise, with solace made.
But in my eyes the fires do not burn
And aurous luster can nowhere be found
The wheeling triumphs fated still to turn,
Enduring thoughts upon the altar-stone,
Enduring visions waiting to be earned,
But on this path I need not walk alone.