The more text speak we churn out, the more compressing things into 140 characters, the more we use the word insane for a club night as well as a cathedral, the less thought we put into describing things and the shitter our english becomes.
Reading Tess of the d'Urbevilles sledgehammers this home every day; every other page makes me think differently about something i assumed i'd taken for granted. Below are examples, i've put my version of what Hardy is saying above his.
They got pissed in the pub
He's a bum
He blanked her
She nudged him, while he, looking through her as through a window-pane, went on with his recitative.
She was bummed, but it was all in her head
The past was past; whatever it had been it was no more at hand. Whatever its consequences, time would close over them. Meanwhile the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain.
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Imagine us reacting to our kids' language with the disdain our parents show at ours.
That would be bum out.
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