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Monday, 14 September 2009


Both of these languages are extremely well suited to singing he said tactfully ...

I wish I was fluent in any language (especially the one I'm typing in), including mathematics.

Stolid! Strong, rhythmic, powerful - full of emotional charge and force; electric, robust, defined; hard and sharp edged, if you will. But stolid - Cornflower, how could you?

Oh, I like this post! I used to be pretty fluent in both French and German, and the former especially, though I can't claim that degree of competence now, but I love the elegant, fluid, musically expressive nature of French where German can be clumsily precise and stolid in comparison (to my ear, at least).

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