Language Corners of the World

1... Detecting a lie by hearing is easier than by reading.

2... It's hard to talk while eating peanut butter sandwiches.

3...  I know this language like the back of my hand.

Sleeping all day is so strange, like having lost money somewhere, or missed a turn, it feels like something valuable has gone astray.  Last night was good, though.  I went to "English Corner", that internationally renowned salon wherein are plumbed the deep concepts.  Our topical lesson described an American Indian in N.Y.C. who heard a cricket.  Nobody else heard it, but the clever chap demonstrated his moral point; people hear what they're listening for.  He dropped a handful of change on the sidewalk and every head within a block turned.  In class, the natives had trouble with the words cement and concrete.  I don't blame them.  And I can't understand first and fourth.  Also, it is much easier to define a foreign term using one's first language, rather than piecing the definition together with more foreign words.  I likely sound like a loose loon.

I'm nervous about beginning language study, oh yes.  It will be a challenge for me, years away from study halls and book shelves.  The last thing I learned was bus.  Before that, I learned how to manage high school students with visual aids and physical proximity.  But now, I must master the most misfitted tongue ever devised to bedevil the days of men.  Funny thing, too.  I live quite near the tallest tower in the province.  Here they can make a name for themselves and not be scattered throughout the earth.

Many are being scattered, and believe it or not, Ripley, many of these crazy characters have headed west to whoop it up in Tucacas.  I seen 'em!  So maybe in less than a decade I can go there too, talk up a storm and see what brews.  But for now, where them books at?