peter_schwartz wrote:"Vocabulary Whore!"
since we are in OT mode, here's a story
one of the most beautiful Italian songs of the 70s (an adaptation of Lee Masters' "Spoon River" by Fabrizio De Andre', with beautiful melodies) talks about the village's fool: he feels overwhelmed by other people's command of language - so he wants to learn a complete dictionary, trying to replace mental clarity with "lotta words".
It's endearing.
I happen to think about it sometimes.
My parents spoke different languages, we lived in a third country, I never learnt any of the three correctly [look at my English! And you should hear my Hebrew...].
And when I was a kid, I was 5, I could somehow read words, but didn't really know Italian... my father gave to me this huge dictionary. And I really read it cover-by-cover.
Nice book. Full of facts and things: airplanes, trees, shoes, all kind of farming tools. But no characters, few dialogues, and no plot worth speaking of
Well, I later learned that the stories any of us can tell about how he learnt his language(s) are often weird, funny, endearing or terrifying. Never dull.
PS: and after that I NEVER, EVER read a manual again. Never. I see an alphabetical index, I throw up.
