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Friday, November 21, 2003
 
Lexico-philia

I was rather upset when a teacher recently revealed her distaste for me to one of my more intimate friend at school because of my supposed indulgence in flamboyant language. I must accentuate on the notion that language itself cannot be dichotomised into simplicity and complexity. It would be almost trying to bifurcate a human being!

Allow me to try to irradiate the opinion I have put forth.

Language itself, no matter which language, has a palpitating heart in it. In the course of history, language evolves and that bestowed upon us "morphology". Novelty was usually considered besmirching, however, "slang" and "vernacular" language that sometimes was only perculiar to certain areas became gradually accepted if employed rampantly. The vocabulary of language thus expanded. Then, there was a call for standardization of syntax which then became what we called "grammar".

This is language, truly holistic. The lexicon that is enshrined in the language cannot survive without the other componanents; grammar would mean nothing if there is no vocabulary to work with.

To ably master any language, one would definitely need to understand that.

In the English language, the etymologies of most words are predictable, and thus, my favourite. One could easily comprehend English. I love the English langugae not just because it could be learnt easily. It is a latent passion I am glad to have exhumed. I do not see how wonderful the language is when you interact with only words like "nice" , " bad", "boring" rather than " gorgeous", " atrocious" and " vapid". The beating of the heart can only be heard when you "feel" the language and that involves the use of the purpotedly more advance words.

Help me to keep the language alive. Do not be afraid to treverse into the paths of vocabulary. These words embalmed in our lexicon as a whole will be most ravishing delight when you begin to assuredly experience the essence of the language. Feel the language today!
 


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