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. . . why English is so hard to learn.
Can’t remember where or when I first came across this, but just found it again this afternoon in one of my files.
Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France.
Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat.
We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
Why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers donβt ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices?
Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out, in which an alarm goes off by going on and trees are chopped down then chopped up into firewood.
English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all).
That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible
21 Reasons why the English language is so hard to learn…
- The bandage was wound around the wound.
- The farm was used to produce produce.
- The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
- We must polish the Polish furniture.
- He could lead if he would get the lead out.
- The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
- Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
- A bass was painted on the head of the bass drum.
- When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
- I did not object to the object.
- I had to subject the subject to a series of tests.
- The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
- How can I intimate this to my most intimate friend?
- There was a row among the oarsmen about how to row.
- They were too close to the door to close it.
- The buck does funny things when the does are present.
- A seamstress and a sewer fell down into a sewer line.
- To help with planting, the farmer taught his sow to sow.
- The wind was too strong to wind the sail.
- After a number of injections my jaw got number.
- Upon seeing the tear in the painting I shed a tear.
One of my all time favourites is the poem Chaos, given to me years ago by my phonetics prof at university. Here it is, along with a bit of history.
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Oooo, that is a good one, Lori. I think I’ll use it with some of my students.
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If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
I often quote the Roger McGough poem (or was it Adrian Henri?):
There are fascists
Pretending
To be humanitarians
Like cannibals on a health kick
Eating only
Vegetarians.
I often think of this nowadays, whenever I see “Dave” Cameron on TV.
There’s also autoantonyms: words which mean the same as their opposite. And versa vice:
http://people.scs.fsu.edu/~burkardt/fun/wordplay/autoanto.html
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I’ve heard it said that English is the result of Angles trying to pick up Saxon barmaids…or some such. π
Certainly, it’s the result of a lot of linguistic fraternizing!
Did anyone else have to slow down reading that list, to wonder why it seemed okay to *them*? I had to try looking at it as a non-english speaker, before I could even picture the mis-pronoucables. π
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It’s impossible for me to imagine learning English other than as a small child, little by little.
But after having spent 15 years teaching English to Spanish people, the pronunciation problemitas are very clear to me. And don’t get me started on prepositions!
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I just HATE English prepositions!!!
I mean, I MASTER my own language, or at least did until my intracranial pressure started to take its toll on me. But English… I write quite a deal of scientific texts, and far too often I’m stuck in the middle of a sentence due to lack of knowing the correct preposition to use.
And then there is spoken English, and written English, and American and a lot of other dialects/ regional variants.
I just wonder how I talk/write nowadays. Learned “the Queen’s English” at school as my second language, spent quite some time in US/with american friends and part time co-habiting with a Lincolnshire man.
Must be an odd mix
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DQ, your english is wonderful! Your english beats a number of people I know who have it for a *first* language!! π
I forwarded a link to the blog entry to a few friends, and one of them said that english was easy compared to German, where the verbs(?) are at the end of the sentence. Is that true? I couldn’t imagine how that could work…I mean, wouldn’t you be relying on the context of the *previous* sentence then? Or a crystal ball?
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I’ve also heard that German is one of the most difficult languages to learn, but I think this refers to the grammar. In fact, English grammar is very simple – it’s stuff like pronunciation, prepositions and phrasal verbs that tend to confuddle people.
Then there’s Spanish, which is dead easy pronunciation-wise. But the verbs!!! are a total nightmare. Seventeen different conjugations for each one (with two versions of subjuctive!).
As for sticking the verb at the end of the sentence, is that any weirder than how in English the noun comes after the adjective(s)? I mean, if you’re talking about a lovely big old square dark brown Victorian wooden writing desk you have to wait quite awhile before you know what the heck is being described.
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