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The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don’t just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.
Some days you just feel a little froggy…
Monique Moura de Carvalho – Brazil, 1977
Which is why we should thank the Gods for lily pads. 😉