Let's see what the SPOEn think of this quote:
“English is the product of a Saxon warrior trying to make a date with an Angle bar-maid, and as such is no more legitimate than any of the other products of that conversation.” ― H. Beam Piper, Fuzzy Sapiens -- care of RecklessPrudence
[AN: You really love fucking with the SPOEns, don't you?]
Shayde loved grafitti corners. They were an excellent avenue for both spleen-venting and art. And sometimes the art of provocation.
Just last night, when traffic was slow, she had carefully penned a quote about the nature of English on a corner by a warren of meeting-spaces.
And this morning, someone had taken the bait.
They had not only tried to scrub it off (permanent marker. Like they had a chance) but had tried to paint over it. Several times.
Good old sharpie. They had staying power. The words still showed through a rather decorative piece about how wonderful the English language was at describing things. And assorted rebuttals in other languages about how that piece was a pile of crap.
She got out her sharpie again. Carefully scribed in a neat and florid hand, "We are all using a system of sounds that evolved in order for one ape to tell another ape where the best fruit was."
God, she loved shit-stirring.
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