March 4, 2012
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The 'Aye'-Landers Have It
Maybe I should have taken the left path, as the villagers advised, but it just didn't seem right. And now a stranger blocked my way, a not very well-dressed fellow, at that. Obviously, he was no slave to Fashion, and I said as much.
"Nor do you appear to be such, sir.", said he. "May I ask, then, have you escaped from Reality? For I am empowered by Reality to receive bounties for their escapees as well as slaves to Fashion."
Neither, sir." Said I, "A traveling Linguist am I , one who has traveled to Hither and Yon, learning the tongues of yore... "
"Do they speak yore in Yon, then?"
"Not as of yesterday," I replied. "Still, quite an educated guess."
"Just a Hunch. My step-Father was a Guess. Like him, I went to the University in Knox."
I whistled my appreciation. "A difficult course of instruction, I have heard."
"Hard? Knox?" The stranger scoffed. "A walk down Easy Street."
I tired of our mis-communications, and made to move on.
"For where are you bound, linguist?
"I aim to travel too the land of Gibber, the better to study their language.
"Ah, Gibberish" Said the man who yet impeded my progress. "It is spoken everywhere. however."
"Yes, but never comprehended." Then, it occurred to me that this fellow might know the way, and I inquired of him if this were so.
"I do know the way, but if you have to ask, then there's no point in me telling you."
"That makes no sense at all."
"You're getting close."
Comments (11)
mighty clever.
kinda reminds me of the phantom tollbooth.
Witty
If you are ever in need of my services, I am fluent in Gibberish. We could have a gloriously gargantuan gabfest on the gifts of Gibberians. Just be forewarned, it's a difficult place to leave. Were they to see your new avatar, you would never make it out in less than a month. I hope this has been helpful....
My visit to the Land of Upper Tryxia went ok, I guess. Had to replace my trusty old hound of 20 years, Tiecher, just before I left though, which was sad. Anyway, I was there, in my favorite jazz club, where I go to record local accents and such on my Sony. One fellow, struggling with pidgin English, even remembered the days when we'd had an interpreter. "I am miss before-time Woof." he said, petting my new pup.
"Yeah. Tiech, the old dog knew Tryx." I commiserated.
'New Woof' barked a few noises, oddly comprehensible to the gathering crowd. I smiled: "But this cat got your tongue down pat already."
The fellow looked surprised:
'How you know my name iz 'Down Pat Al-Reddy'?'
'I guessed, I guess.' was all I could say.
oops, I forgot my real comment. Bravo on this path to deconstructing the lingo. It's harder than it looks.
@jsolberg - One day, you boys will train this pitiful Padawan to become a great Jedi Wordier. I'll try not to be pulled to the Dark Side....
@Kellsbella - The sword cuts both ways, dear Padawan. I'd have to Google to even know what a padawan believes in, etc. Which is my point, One creature can't know that *and* remember Walter Reed's role in the Anopheles man, plan, canal, panama saga. We choose, right or wrong.
Meanwhile, Greg's mighty format here cries out for junior imitations. I'm working on it, between bouts of the damn yellow fever. I blame the French.
And yet makes perfect sense
@dacobb - And the Cobb, having wit, moves on...
hahaha...I loved it
@dacobb - @MelFamy -"We see through a glass; darkly at first, but then clear. After having downed the contents" [Revised Substandard Version}
Nice to see ya, DA
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