Welcome to another exciting exploration of the world of language and literature, where we dive into the realms of the unknown, guided by the power of words. In our journey today, we shall traverse the idyllic landscapes of Bookmarksgrove, located far beyond the word mountains, in the distant lands of Vokalia and Consonantia. We will follow the course of the small river Duden and uncover the paradisematic country where sentences are roasted in meaning. So, buckle up, and let’s embark on this intriguing adventure.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences.
Fateful Encounter with the Big Oxmox
One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so.
The Italic Mountains
When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, a wonderful serenity has taken possession of her entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which she enjoys with her whole heart. She is alone, and feels the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like hers.
For the happiest life, days should be rigorously planned, nights left open to chance
Embracing the Within
She should be incapable of drawing a single stroke at the present moment; and yet she feels that she never was a greater than now. When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour her, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of her trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, she throws herself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as she lies close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by her.
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THE JOURNEY CONTINUES
When she hears the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grows familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies, then she feels the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like .
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In a free hour, when our power of choice is untrammelled and when nothing prevents our being able to do what we like best, every pleasure is to be welcomed and every pain avoided. But in certain circumstances and owing to the claims of duty or the obligations of business it will frequently occur that pleasures have to be repudiated and annoyances accepted. The wise man, therefore, always holds in these matters.
If several languages coalesce, the grammar of the resulting language is more simple and regular than that of the individual. The new common language will be more simple and regular than the existing European.
Reflections and Revelations
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The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. “What’s happened to me?” he thought. It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed. Everyone realizes why a new common language would be desirable: one could refuse to pay expensive translators.
Conclusion
The European languages are members of the same family. Their separate existence is a myth. For science, music, sport, etc, Europe uses the same vocabulary. The languages only differ in their grammar, their pronunciation and their most common words. Everyone realizes why a new common language would be desirable.
It wasn’t a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer. Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections.
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