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Let's
face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant or ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine
in pineapple...
English muffins were not invented in England or French fries in France.
Sweetmeats are candies, while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are
meat.
We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find
that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square, and a guinea
pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write, but fingers don't fing, grocers don't
groce, and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why
isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So, one moose, 2
meese? One index, two indices? Is cheese the plural of choose?
If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats
vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
In what language do people recite at a play, and play at a recital?
Ship by truck, and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet
that smell? Park on driveways and drive on parkways?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man
and a wise guy are opposites?
How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another?
When a house burns up, it burns down. You fill in a form by filling it
out, and an alarm clock goes off by going on. When the stars are out,
they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And
why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this
essay, I end it?
Now I know why I flunked my English. It's not my fault but the silly
language doesn't quite know whether it's coming or going. |
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