Written after a visit to Language Log

We look forward to our daily dose of Language Log. Language has undone so many. This morning there’s a post on the mateless orange, for she can’t be rhymed, yet she’s not alone.            The Mateless Orange The shelves are bare of rhymes for orange. Not only that, but my dish is empty of porridge. You’veContinue reading “Written after a visit to Language Log”