Tuesday, 3 January 2012

does not

I am ashamed to remember for how many years, as a boy and a young man, I read nineteenth-century fiction without noticing how often its language differed from ours. I believe it was work on far earlier English that first opened my eyes: for there a man is not so easily deceived into thinking he understands when he does not.
C. S. Lewis, Studies in Words

1 comment:

  1. hi! I'm going to reply here: Yes I'd love to do that. Outside or inside?
    yay! That's exciting. I like houses.
    Oh and maybe then you can send me something for a project I'm working on about making 'travel guides' by sending different kinds of souvenirs from your hometown to other people. But I still have to think about that for a bit hihi.