[x] (via fuckyeahstephenfry)Almost everything I am, I owe to libraries. When I was a child there were no great libraries around.
Libraries still for me have this extraordinary charge. When I get in one, I feel this buzz, it is almost sexual. Behind these bound copies are voices - people murmuring to you, seducing you, dragging you into their world. I suppose if I have one campaign I can really get behind it is saving libraries. Everyone surely has the right to access the voices of the past.
There are all kinds of pedants around with more time to read and imitate Lynne Truss and John Humphrys than to write poems, love-letters, novels and stories it seems. They whip out their Sharpies and take away and add apostrophes from public signs, shake their heads at prepositions which end sentences and mutter at split infinitives and misspellings, but do they bubble and froth and slobber and cream with joy at language? Do they ever let the tripping of the tips of their tongues against the tops of their teeth transport them to giddy euphoric bliss? Do they ever yoke impossible words together for the sound-sex of it? Do they use language to seduce, charm, excite, please, affirm and tickle those they talk to? Do they? I doubt it. They’re too farting busy sneering at a greengrocer’s less than perfect use of the apostrophe. Well sod them to Hades. They think they’re guardians of language. They’re no more guardians of language than the Kennel Club is the guardian of dogkind.The New Adventures of Stephen Fry (via fuckyeahstephenfry)
The English language is an arsenal of weapons; if you are going to brandish them without checking to see whether or not they are loaded you must expect to have them explode in your face from time to time.The Liar (via fuckyeahstephenfry)h
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