The following quote, courtesy of the lovely Miss
innocenteexpres, makes me really really happy:
When a fully formed script of any sort, alphabetic or other, first makes its way from outside into a particular society, it does so necessarily at first in restricted sectors and with varying effects and implications. Writing is often regarded at first as an instrument of secret and magic power. Traces of this early attitude toward writing can still show etymologically: the Middle English "grammarye," or grammar, referring to book-learning, came to mean occult or magical lore, and through one Scottish dialectical form has emerged in our present day English vocabulary as 'glamor' (spell casting power). 'Glamor girls' are really grammar girls.
--Walter J. Ong, Orality and Literacy
Also:
Dear the song "Look Up" by Stars,
Where the hell have you been all my life? If I could make out with a song, I'd totally make out with you a lot and probably also give you some serious hickeys.
Love,
Melanie
And now I get on a train for an hour and a half so that I can sit in a stiflingly hot classroom for two and a half hours and then get on another train for another hour and a half. Color me several different shades of not excited.
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When a fully formed script of any sort, alphabetic or other, first makes its way from outside into a particular society, it does so necessarily at first in restricted sectors and with varying effects and implications. Writing is often regarded at first as an instrument of secret and magic power. Traces of this early attitude toward writing can still show etymologically: the Middle English "grammarye," or grammar, referring to book-learning, came to mean occult or magical lore, and through one Scottish dialectical form has emerged in our present day English vocabulary as 'glamor' (spell casting power). 'Glamor girls' are really grammar girls.
--Walter J. Ong, Orality and Literacy
Also:
Dear the song "Look Up" by Stars,
Where the hell have you been all my life? If I could make out with a song, I'd totally make out with you a lot and probably also give you some serious hickeys.
Love,
Melanie
And now I get on a train for an hour and a half so that I can sit in a stiflingly hot classroom for two and a half hours and then get on another train for another hour and a half. Color me several different shades of not excited.