May 28th, 2006


Philology experiment

We were walking up the hill from Murphy's pub (where we had lunch) to the Marriott (where the meetings were to be held) in D.C. last Friday, and I was feeling Irish. But I'd had a pint and a half of Bass, and had been spouting stray bits of German as a result.

I thought of a Barry Fitzgerald-type priest saying, "Sure, and in me Father's house are many mansions," but tried to say it in German -- with an Irish accent. By the time I got to the end of the sentence, I had switched to Old English (no fooling).

I had always described the sound of Old English as that of someone speaking Swedish with a Southern drawl, but now I'm thinking that someone speaking German in an Irish brogue will get you there just as efficiently.