We, the rats, despite our patient perusal
of the many thousand tired tomes stored here in our holds, must consider ourselves
to remain ignorant, unlearned, illiterate. Words abound that confuse and confound
us in our attempts to understand, to decipher, to make sense out of the tangled
lexicon upon which rests this vast library. Prominent in our perplexity are
the concepts of the parallel, the mirror image, the synonym. Your Orwell warns
us not to shrivel our language to the stark and simplistic, leaving a dessicate,
dangerous, and easily corruptable tongue that can only lick the lips of those
who listen to it. Yet perhaps the opposite has passed, and we speak a language
so fluid that it is difficult to contain long enough to drink and digest.
And so we ask our first questions:
Next up:
a LUMMOX vs an OAF
&
a DEBACLE vs a FIASCO
