I love the English language. It’s so greedy and eager. It’s eroding and growing in equal measure. It’s absorbent and ever evolving. I’ve enjoyed marveling at how pliant it is and how it’s changed and how it will keep changing, as everything does. English reflects both cultural and physical influences and it’s use so much about the user. It’s healthy for English speakers to think on the following:
If a fellow admiral on safari was sipping coffee and cooking spinach, saffron and jar of sugar in alcohol after completing algebra equations which resulted in zero, while his tabby cat was playing with a gerbil on a magazine about lime green sequined satin during a monsoon … if you hazarded a guess every word in blue was a cipher which meant it was derived from Arabic, you would be right.