tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054888927218536027.post6184364875173219249..comments2024-02-20T08:25:06.177-08:00Comments on Confessions of ignorance: Word Catcherseana grahamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03774794086733027289noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054888927218536027.post-23141418565526829212010-07-20T23:10:10.535-07:002010-07-20T23:10:10.535-07:00I know. I read that bit about that poor Irish girl...I know. I read that bit about that poor Irish girl in the Italian bakery in Elwood. I doubt she's recovered.seana grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03774794086733027289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054888927218536027.post-86492730972610549312010-07-20T23:05:27.655-07:002010-07-20T23:05:27.655-07:00Sorry, I just couldnt resist.Sorry, I just couldnt resist.Adriannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054888927218536027.post-859546501281820272010-07-20T22:31:37.745-07:002010-07-20T22:31:37.745-07:00I assume you aren't crazy about it, then.
I ...I assume you aren't crazy about it, then. <br /><br />I do, because I've often thought that a lot of the words that seem the most romantic and mysterious often turn out to mean something like, "that old house by the river", "the mill where the sheep got loose" or "the cave where Jack lost his wallet". It really just means that great words come out of humble circumstances, just like pretty much everything else.seana grahamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03774794086733027289noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1054888927218536027.post-54554535629105678872010-07-20T22:17:54.252-07:002010-07-20T22:17:54.252-07:00Words are daughters of the earth. Sentences are so...Words are daughters of the earth. Sentences are sons of the river. Paragraphs are children of the forest. <br /><br />Two more lines like that and you've got a Peter, Paul and Mary song.Adriannoreply@blogger.com