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#New Latin Derivatives
interretialia · 1 month
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Nova Derivativa Verba Latina / New Latin Derivatives
canicochleare -o -avi -atum “to screw the pooch”   [canis “pooch” + cochlea “screw” + -are 1st-conjugation ending]   [can- + cochlea- + -a-] stems   [cani- + cochlea- + -a-] with Connecting Vowel i   [canicochle- + -a-] a disappears before a   [canicochlea-] new stem   [canicochleare] present infinitive
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(Fons Imaginis.)
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qqweebird · 6 months
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“men think about the roman empire every day ??? hurr what !?? thats soo wacky” tell me heterosexual white woman how often do you think about victorian england. how often does jane austin come to mind. dont you talk about cottagecore and shit like that daily??
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krystxellyn · 2 months
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I’m actually going to be made to learn Latin bc I need it for some old documents. I started last year but I didn’t get very far because of instability in my life and King Asmodeus kind of gave me a lot of stuff to read at once so I was kind of like “this is homework” in a good way because I kind of miss having a reason to write stuff on paper and I also studied multiple languages in HS and Uni but like whenever I have a REASON reason to learn something I tend to go SLOWER because pressure pisses me off and if I’m just doing it to do it it’s more fun even if it’s EXACTLY what I’d be doing anyway
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hedgehog-moss · 5 months
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I randomly found a 500 page French book on OpenLibrary about the etymology of animal names so here are 10 (ish) fun facts:
the French word for poodle, “caniche” looks like it definitely comes from Latin “canis” (dog) but no! It comes from cane / canard (duck) because it was a waterfowl-hunting dog—and its name in English, Swedish, German, Dutch (poodle, pudel, puedel) also reflects this dog’s affinity with water (from pudeln = to splash about). It’s like otters, whose name come from the same root as water...
the canary on the other hand is named after canis / dog, since it comes from the Canary Islands which, according to Pliny the Elder, were named after the huge dogs that lived there at some point. Some historians think these mysterious big dogs were actually seals or big lizards. Then a bird ended up with the name ‘from the dog place’ though it’s unclear if dogs were ever truly involved. (Meanwhile Spain / Hispania comes from the Phoenician i-shepan-im, the place with rabbits.) I like the idea of ancient humans seeing seals or lizards and going “weird dogs”. Like how ancient Greeks saw hyenas and named them “pigs, I guess?”
the fox has a great diversity of names in Europe: fox / Fuchs, zorro, räv, volpe, raposa, lisu, róka, renard... In French it used to be called ‘goupil’, from the same Latin root as the Italian ‘volpe’, but then the mediaeval cycle of poems known as Le Roman de Renart, about an unprincipled fox named Renart, became so popular that renard became the word for fox and goupil disappeared. It’s like if 500 years from now bears in English were called baloos. (The English and German words for fox come from the indo-european root puk- which means tail, like Hungarian ‘farkas’ (wolf) which means tail-having, or squirrel, from the Greek words for shade + tail, there are actually lots of animals that are just “that one with a tail”...)
French has a word for baby rabbit (lapereau) derived from Latin leporellus (little hare) and we used to have a word for adult rabbit (conin) from Latin cuniculus (rabbit)—related to the German Kaninchen, Italian coniglio, Spanish conejo, etc. But ‘conin’ in Old French also meant pussy (there were mediaeval puns about this in the Roman de Renart) and at some point I guess people were like okay, it was funny at first but we’ve run this joke into the ground, and a new and politically correct word appeared for adult rabbit (lapin) based on the pre-existing word for baby rabbit (lapereau).
The english bear is thought to come from the proto-IE root bher-, for brown—I love how Finnish has so many nicknames and euphemisms for “bear” ranging from “honey palm” to “apple of the forest” and English is like... dude’s brown. Same amount of effort with the Swedish and Danish words for fox, räv / ræv, from a root that means reddish-brown. (And the Hungarian word for lion, oroszlán, along with the Turkish ‘aslan’, comes from proto-Turkic arislan / arsilan which comes from arsil which means brown...) And since brown was already taken, ‘beaver’ (+ German, Dutch, Swedish...: Biber, bever, bäver) has been speculated to come from bhe-bhrus-, a doubling of the original root so... brownbrown.
English foal / German Fohlen / French poulain / Italian puledro all come from the proto-IE root pu- which means small (e.g. Latin puer and Greek pais = child)—then the French ‘poulain’ became ‘poulenet’ with the diminutive -et (so, a smallsmall animal) and poulenet became powny in Scots then pony in English, which was then re-imported by French as ‘poney’. Also the Spanish word for donkey, burro, comes from Latin burricus = small horse, and in French Eeyore is named Bourriquet with the -et diminutive ending, so we just keep taking small horses and turning them into smallsmall horses...
The boa (bo(v)a) shares the same etymology as bovine / bœuf / beef, due to a widespread belief that some snakes suckled milk from cows. Pliny the Elder stated this as fact and (not to bully him but) modern research tells us “there is no empirical basis for saying snakes like mammal milk; experiments, indeed, have shown that captive snakes systematically refuse to drink milk”
I was disappointed to learn that antelope comes from Greek anthólops which referred to a mythical creature, because I grew up convinced the origin of the word (antilope in French) was anti-lupus, as in, the gazelle is the generic prey so as a concept it’s the opposite of the wolf, the generic predator. Wolf and anti-wolf. Though it raised the question of why we don’t have antilions (zebra), anticats (mice) and antibears (salmons)
Many European languages have named kites after some sort of flying animal: in English it comes from the word for owl, in Portuguese from the word for parrot, in Italian from eagle, and in French it’s cerf-volant aka flying-deer. There’s an interesting hypothesis for this! Kites came to Europe from China, where they were often shaped like dragons or snakes, and snake is serpent in French and serpe in Old French, so it’s possible that kites were serpe-volants aka flying-snakes. But the ‘p’ and ‘v’ next to one another were a hassle to pronounce so the p got dropped and it became ser-volant, then ‘ser’ which isn’t a word started being mistaken for ‘cerf’ which is pronounced ‘ser’ but means deer... (We did it again with chauve-souris (bald-mouse = bat), which comes from the Gaulish cawa-sorix aka owl-mouse—which makes more sense as a name for bats! similar to the German Fledermaus, flying-mouse, and Spanish murciélago, blind-mouse. But Gaulish ‘cawa’ was mixed up with Latin ‘calva’ = chauve = bald, so now a French bat is a bald-mouse)
I love etymology, it’s all flying deer and dogs named splash and snakes named cow and ponies named smallsmall and five animals named brown and three named tail—words acquire a veneer of linguistic respectability over the centuries and we forget that fundamentally everyone just says whatever
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youuuimeanmee · 25 days
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Get ready with me to be surprised with
✨️Arnold Crowley✨️
Hint: Crowley
I was scrolling through Twitter/X, laughing and giggling at the cute DamiAnya and Loid tweets from the recent chapter 95, when I stumbled on a tweet about Arnold Crowley.
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Btw, Arnold is one of the character I'm looking forwad meeting the most because he's the top scorer in the classical language test. His score must be 90 or above, which is kinda insane when we know classical language is a dead language and barely taught anymore. I previously made a theory that the reason why Anya is so good at classical language is because she came from Covenia, the equivalent of Romania irl; which language derived from Latin language. That's why I was intrigued with Arnold Crowley; I want to know how is he able to beat Anya's score. Like, did he come from the same place as Anya, or, does his family have a medical/researcher background; stuffs like that
Anyway, back to the tweet. Some people are weirded out with Arnold Crowley's hairstyle, which is not surprising, because me too.
I clicked the comments when I saw this.
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What. The Fuck. Is That.
The hair/hat reference! The same last name!
Suddenly everything about Arnold clicked. Why I feel weirded out not just from his hairstyle, but also from his bow tie (which reminds me of a moth's wing pattern). Why his polite demeanor is lowkey making me uneasy. Why he is so interested to meet the runner-up of his strong subject. Why he is so good at classical language.
I was scared. I am scared.
But I was still excited to learn that Crowley was a real person, so I googled him just to make sure.
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Oh FFUCK.
Dear God what did I discover.
Arnold Crowley or his parents might be based on Aleister Crowley.
Aleister Crowley is an occultist.
He practiced spells.
Spells often comes from Latin words.
He is also a poet.
A poet also often uses Latin language.
Do you see what I'm seeing here.
Summary:
Arnold Crowley or his parents might be an occultist or poet; that's how he's able to be excelled in classical language.
If Arnold's family is a poet, then thank God.
If Arnold's family is an occultist, I am really scared for Anya. What if he wants to learn if Anya is a fellow occultist like him. What if he wants to invite Anya to join his cult. What if he finds out about Anya's telepathic ability. What if he somehow trigger Anya's bad memories with his magic skills(?). I really want Anya to get tf away from him now.
And here I was so excited with Arnold's appereance, I even joked he'd become Anya's new classmate or even the 2nd ML, lol. But now? I'm really not sure. I better keep an eye on him from now on.
Yah that's about it! Thank you for following me in this short journey! 👋
*Edit: I missed the fact that Aleister Crowley is from British. Now I imagine Arnold speak in British accent and I can't stop laughing 🤣
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dougdimmadodo · 5 months
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October's Fossil of the Month - Simbakubwa (Simbakubwa kutokaafrika)
Family: Hyena Cat Family (Hyainailouridae)
Time Period: 23-22 Million Years Ago (Early Neogene)
Currently known only from fossilised teeth and lower jaws discovered in Kenya's Messa Bridge fossil site, Simbakubwa kutokaaffrika was originally described as a prehistoric species of hyena before reexamination of fossils housed at the Nairobi National Museum of Kenya led to it being reclassified as a hyaenadont (a member of the extinct order Hyaenadonta, the members of which were generally dog-like animals with similar jaws and teeth to modern hyenas, although their teeth differed from true carnivorans today in that they lacked modified molars used for crushing and tearing seen in animals such as bears and dogs, and seemed to grow their teeth in slower than most modern carnivores.) While the limited variety of Simbakubwa fossils means that much of its biology is a mystery, it is notable among the hyaenadonts because of its size; estimates of its body size based on the size of its jaws suggest that, while most hyaenodonts were comparable to a large dog in size, it was at least as large as a lion, with the most generous estimates suggesting that it may have weighed as much as 1,500kg/3,307lbs (surpassing even modern Polar Bears in size,) although as the more complete fossils of related species suggest that members of the "hyena-cat" family of hyaenodonts that Simbakubwa belonged to had extremely large heads compared to their bodies it is unlikely that it actually reached such as size. Based on the shape of its teeth and the presumed strength of its jaws it is likely that Simbakubwa was purely carnivorous and fed on large mammals such as rhinoceros and gomphotheres (extinct relatives of modern elephants,) although based on the lack of any preserved teeth showing adaptations for crushing it is unclear if members of this species also fed on bones as other hyaenodonts and modern hyenas are known to do. While the circumstances of Simbakubwa's extinction are unclear, it is plausible that as the earth gradually became cooler and drier as it approached a series of "ice ages" in the later neogene resources became scarcer and large carnivores were among the first species to be affected by this. While the binomial names of most species are derived from Greek and/or Latin, Simbakubwa kutokaaffrika is Swahili, translating roughly to "great lion from Africa."
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*Note - The second image above shows a Simbakubwa lower jaw (bottom) compared to a modern Lion skull (top.)
Image Sources: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Simbakubwa-kutokaafrika_2.jpg
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https://www.nationalgeographic.com/science/article/new-species-ancient-carnivore-was-bigger-than-polar-bear-hyaenodonts
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writing-with-sophia · 5 months
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20 Victorian-era names for boys
Arthur: Derived from the Celtic name Artorius, meaning "bear-like" or "courageous."
Benjamin: Derived from the Hebrew name Binyamin, meaning "son of the right hand" or "son of the south."
Charles: Derived from the Germanic name Karl, meaning "free man" or "manly."
Edward: Derived from the Old English name Eadweard, meaning "wealthy guardian" or "prosperous protector."
Frederick: Derived from the Old Germanic name Frithuric, meaning "peaceful ruler" or "peaceful king."
George: Derived from the Greek name Georgios, meaning "farmer" or "earth-worker."
Henry: Derived from the Germanic name Heinrich, meaning "ruler of the home" or "estate ruler."
Isaac: Derived from the Hebrew name Yitzhak, meaning "he will laugh" or "laughter."
Jasper: Derived from the Persian name Caspar, meaning "treasurer" or "keeper of the treasure."
Leo: Derived from the Latin word leo, meaning "lion."
Nathaniel: Derived from the Hebrew name Netanel, meaning "gift of God" or "given by God."
Oliver: Derived from the Old French name Olivier, meaning "olive tree" or "olive branch."
Patrick: Derived from the Latin name Patricius, meaning "noble" or "patrician."
Reginald: Derived from the Old Norse name Ragnvaldr, meaning "ruler's advisor" or "counsel of the ruler."
Samuel: Derived from the Hebrew name Shemu'el, meaning "heard by God" or "name of God."
Theodore: Derived from the Greek name Theodoros, meaning "gift of God" or "God's gift."
Victor: Derived from the Latin word victor, meaning "victor" or "conqueror."
William: Derived from the Old High German name Willahelm, meaning "willful protector" or "resolute protector."
Xavier: Derived from the Basque place name Etxaberri, meaning "new house" or "bright house."
Zachary: Derived from the Hebrew name Zechariah, meaning "remembered by God" or "God has remembered."
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Some new conclusions regarding the Hand of Irulegi
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The stippled text can be read as follows:
sorioneku ⋅ kunekebeekiŕateŕe/ /n oTiŕtan ⋅ eseakaŕi eŕaukon ⋅
The script used for the text on the Irulegi hand clearly belongs to the family of the Palaeohispanic semi-syllabaries. 18 different signs can be discerned. The presence of the T sign in a non-numismatic text is highly significant, because it demonstrates that this sign was used in multiple epigraphic contexts and because it confirms the existence of a graphic subsystem that, considering its geographical distribution and the increasingly solid linguistic evidence associated with it, must be described as a ‘Vasconic script’. Where and how such an adaptation occurred are aspects about which we currently know very little.
None of the words identified can be directly related to Vasconic or Iberian anthroponyms. The remarkable similarity between the first word in the text, sorioneku, and the Basque word zorioneko—‘of good fortune’, a flection-derivation of the sequence zori ‘fortune’ + (h)on ‘good’—could be taken to be a coincidence, were it not for the evident symbolism of the artefact and its findspot at the heart of Vasconic territory. Both words are of early date within the Basque vocabulary; even the union of both elements is recorded in the oldest Basque documents (e.g. zorionean ‘fortunately’ used by both Joan Perez Lazarraga and Bernat Dechepare in the 16th century).
The sgraffito version, however, offers sorioneke. The reason for this difference is obscure; the final -(e)ke may be the ending of some Basque-Aquitaine divinities recorded in Latin inscriptions on altars, such as the theonyms Larrahe and Herauscorritsehe. This word could mention the divinity, be it Good Fortune or another deity, to which the inscription would have been dedicated.
In line 3 it is possible to isolate oTiŕtan. This could be interpreted as a toponym given the possible presence of a formative suffix ta [da] in its lexical structure, (which is identical to that of the well-known toponym iltiŕta = Ilerda) as well as the Vasconic locative -n desinence. Depending on the value given, it would be the toponym Osserda or Ol(l)erda in its Latin transcription.
Among the rest of the words identified, eŕaukon is the most likely to be a verbal form, both because of its form and its final position. Its form recalls the Basque form of the past tense of the auxiliary verb zeraukon, used in eastern dialects; it is a form of *eradun—causative of *edun—‘to make have’ > ‘to give’, marginally used as an autonomous verb still in the sixteenth century, prior to its use as an auxiliary. The meaning of this verb would make sense in the case of a votive dedication, although several aspects are debatable.
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The rest of the inscription on the Irulegi hand remains quite obscure. While here are problems in relation to the Basque words adduced as parallels, the inscription can be interpreted as a dedication to a divinity named at the beginning (sorioneke /-ku), with a dedication verb at the end (eŕaukon) whose object would go immediately before (ese-agaŕi). A place (oTiŕtan) may likewise be indicated, leaving the expression of the individual making the dedication and some other specification in the obscure line 2.
The inscription provides support for a growing awareness that the ancient Vascones knew and made use of writing, at least to a degree.
The use of sorioneku or sorioneke at the beginning of the text, isolated from what follows as an introduction admits comparison with Basque zori (h)on (‘good fortune’), and other elements, such as the verbal form eŕaukon or the locative in -n of a place-name, suggest that the inscription is in the Vasconic language, the longest and earliest known to date.
The implications of the discovery of the Irulegi hand for the epigraphic and historical understanding of the Vasconic territory, as well as the possible linguistic connections between the Vasconic, Iberian and modern Basque languages, require further in-depth analysis. Given the scarcity of other firm evidence, the Irulegi hand and its inscription will henceforth constitute an indispensable starting point for the establishment of a linguistic map of the region and any debate on the origin and development of the Vasconic language and script.
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Eskerrik asko @glendathegoodone for sharing this!
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bright-side20 · 5 months
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The symbolism of everything associated with Elain 🌹
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(by rinamoart)
_Roses
In Roman mythology, roses, known as the queen of flowers, were created by Flora, the goddess of flowers and spring. After the death of her favorite nymph, Flora transformed her into a rose. Aphrodite added beauty to it, Dionysus gave it its scent, and Ares provided it with thorns for protection. As a result, the rose became a symbol of pure beauty and rebirth.
In another tale, after the birth of Aphrodite, roses appeared as a symbol of purity and innocence when her feet touched the earth.
In the myth of Eros and Psyche, after he saved her, to celebrate their marriage, Zeus scattered roses all over the Earth as a symbol of love, beauty, and the devotion of soulmates.
_Violets
Violet derives from the Latin word "viola" and is associated with thoughts filled with love. The Greeks and Romans believed that this flower had various medicinal properties. Violets were linked to Aphrodite and were used in love potions, as well as associated with Artemis, symbolizing innocence and modesty. Additionally, violets are seen as a representation of the cycle of death and rebirth. When Hades abducted Persephone, she was picking violets.
_Jasmine and Honey
Jasmine, often referred to as the "queen of the night," means "a gift from God." It is believed to be a symbol of purity, eternal love, beauty, innocence, warmth, and good luck. Jasmine is also associated with rebirth, as it blooms at night and releases its fragrance during darkness, symbolizing the idea of finding light in the midst of darkness. Its sweet and alluring scent is considered an aphrodisiac, believed to evoke feelings of passion and desire.
Honey's scent is also often associated with Aphrodite because of its sweet, feminine, and seductive aroma.
_Amethyst:
Considered as the "stone of new beginnings," is believed to have been worn as a ring by St. Valentine and is closely associated with love. Its color symbolizes wisdom, purity, power, and nobility.
_Ivy:
It is associated with perseverance and determination, as it can climb and cling to surfaces. It represents the endless cycle of life, death, and rebirth, as it persists, regenerates, and remains green throughout the changing seasons. In both Celtic and Greek mythology, it is seen as a symbol of growth, healing, and protection.
_Fawn:
It is associated with the cyclical nature of life and represents innocence, gentleness, and purity. It can also symbolize growth and transformation.
_The sun at dawn:
In Greek mythology, dawn is associated with the goddess Aurora. She rises from a river at the start of each day, riding her chariot across the sky. She is adorned with a purple mantle of stars that unfolds behind her, and she spreads flowers as she passes, announcing the arrival of the sun. Aurora symbolizes love, beauty, healing, and new beginnings. Despite experiencing a great deal of grief, she never chooses hatefulness or revenge; instead, she prefers to spread love, colors, and wisdom. (she's Elain lol)
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mindblowingscience · 8 months
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In a new study, researchers at the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew and partners have described the only known member of the palm family (Arecaceae) to flower and fruit almost entirely underground. Owing to this unusual characteristic, the scientists have named the species Pinanga subterranea, with its species name derived from the Latin word for underground. The work was published in the journal PALMS with added commentary in Plants, People, Planet. Native to the tropical island of Borneo in Southeast Asia, the plant is well-known to locals who like to snack on its bright-red fruit—a sweet and juicy delicacy consumed in some parts of the island. However, until now, the plant has remained unnoticed by scientists who, to date, have described around 300 different species of palm on the island. Pinanga subterranea joins more than 2,500 species of palm known to science, up to half of which may be threatened with extinction. According to the international team of researchers, P. subterranea can be found scattered across the primary rainforests of western Borneo, crossing state lines from Sarawak in Malaysia to Kalimantan in Indonesia. Prior to its scientific description, the plant was known in at least three Bornean languages under the names Pinang Tanah, Pinang Pipit, Muring Pelandok, and Tudong Pelandok.
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leaslichoma · 5 months
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I've been fascinated with the Aztec god Xolotl recently.
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Xolotl (pronunced Sho-lo-t followed by an L like sound that doesn't exist in the English language) was a Mesoamerican god associated with many things, including fire, lightning, disease, deformity, twins, the Mesoamerican ball game, death, dogs, the planet Venus as the evening star, twilight, shapeshifting, and monsters. Xolotl was the twin and sometimes companion of his more famous brother Quetzalcoatl. Xolotl was thought to guide the dead in their journey through the underworld, and to guide the sun through the underworld each night. Xolotl is usually depicted as either a dog anthro, a man with a dog head, or a dwarf skeletal jester. Xolotl is usually depicted missing eyes. Xolotl seems to have been feared by the Aztecs and especially hated by the Spanish, but I have a more favorable view.
Some of the most prominent myths about Xolotl involve the story of the fifth sun, or how the current world was made from the previous, destroyed one.
The first myth involves the recreation of humanity. The tales differ as to whether Quetzalcoatl was responsible, Xolotl was responsible, or if it was a collaborative effort. The humans of the fourth world were destroyed, and humanity had to be brought back. To this end Xolotl and/or Quetzalcoatl traveled to the Aztec underworld, Mictlan and met with its king, Mictlantecutli. The god(s) asked to gather the bones of the previous humans so they could be created anew. Mictlantecutli. Mictlantecutli gives them tests but later decides against letting them gather the bones. Xolotl and/or Quetzalcoatl fall into pit, breaking the bones in the process which is why people have different heights. The bones are later resurrected. The versions of this tale differ as to which god went to Mictlan and whether they did tests for Mictlantecutli or simply stole the bones.
In the second myth, the gods are sacrificing themselves in a fire to create a fifth sun for humanity because the previous one went out. They choose Nanahuatzin, a poor and humble god with syphilis and some relation to Xolotl to become the moon; and Tecciztecatl to become the sun because he is wealthy and strong. However, Tecciztecatl is unable to throw himself in the fire when the time comes, so Nanahuatzin becomes the sun instead. Tecciztecatl is sacrificed after and becomes the moon (and also the man on the moon), but has a rabbit thrown at his face which is one explanation for the rabbit people sometimes see.
Later, Xolotl is the last to be sacrificed to the new sun. In some versions this is because he was the executioner for the previous gods. However, in some tales he refuses to sacrifice himself. Xolotl begs and cries until his eyes literally fall out but this does nothing. Xolotl transforms to escape Ehecatl who has been executing other gods to make the sun move. Xolotl at first transforms into a corn plant with two stalks, then an Agave americana, and finally an Axolotl amphibian. But he was still caught in the end.
What I find most interesting about Xolotl is his relation to disability. Since deformities are among Xolotl's best known domains, he could be considered a god of disabilities as well. Xolotl is also a god of monsters, and it's worth mentioning that the Nahua word "Xolo" which his name is derived from and means monster, is used for both mythological monsters and those with physical abnormalities, much like the Latin word "Monstrum". (I think in literature analysis the themes of monsters as outcasts could be explored more) In many, perhaps even most historical (and unfortunately even modern) societies the attitude towards those with disabilities has been very negative. In the Aztec world twins were considered unnatural, and sometimes one of them would be murdered shortly after birth. Wikipedia mentions an speculation by Eduard Seler that resonates with me: that Xolotl represents the murdered twin who dwells in the underworld while Quetzalcoatl is the living one who is cherished in the world of light.
Another connection with Xolotl and disability is that he was sometimes depicted as a jester with dwarfism. It's relevant the jesters around the world were often disabled. European court jesters were known for having the freedom to criticize and mock royalty, and were sometimes selected from the intellectually disabled because they could not be held responsible for what they said. Additionally, the Spanish during the colonization of the Aztecs sent some Aztec jesters to Spain, who were described as humpbacks.
This is what I find most interesting about Xolotl, that he is a reflection or shadow of society. Historically Xolotl was often considered a sinister god, but when society is itself sinister who is to be believed? My view of Xolotl is more favorable. The god of the disabled is feared because the disabled are hated. Xolotl is the outcast, who is hated and feared yet has done no wrong. Xolotl is the murdered twin, who looks upon the world of light and life, from a place of darkness, the world he was not given, never had the right to enjoy. He is the god who is looked upon with disgust due to his role in hardship, yet is the only one who stays with you through that hardship the entire time. Xolotl is the disabled child, who is called a child of shame and hidden away in some institution to be forgotten by their more privileged relatives. Xolotl is viewed with contempt, but his domains are just as necessary to the universe's function as any of the more handsome gods. The janitor, who is viewed with contempt and disgust yet whose works are vital for society.
The "evil twin" Xolotl, misunderstood twin and hound of Quetzalcoatl who lives in the world's shadow, watching the world of life and guarding the light of the sun through the underworld.
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interretialia · 10 months
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Nova Derivativa Verba Latina / New Latin Derivatives
cerebritempestare -o -avi -atum “to brainstorm”   [cerebrum “brain” + tempestas “storm” + -are 1st-conjugation ending]   [cerebro- + tempestat(i)- + -a-] stems   [cerebri- + tempestat(i)- + -a-] o becomes Connecting Vowel i   [cerebritempestat(i)- + -a-] new stem and stem   [cerebritempestata-] new stem   [cerebritempesta-] tata becomes ta because of haplology   [cerebritempestare] present infinitive
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(Fons Imaginis.)
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fvckinghenrycavill · 1 year
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— ❝ 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 ❞
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➳ PAIRING: Clark Kent x Reader – no race or body shape described. ➳ RATING: Mature-ish ➳ SUMMARY: Reader has a terrible day at work and Clark makes everything better. ➳ WORD COUNT: 2.1k ➳ GENRE: FLUFF ➳ WARNINGS: Clark being a sweetheart, hinted work overload, hinted stress, my non-existent knowledge of alcoholic beverages, mild swearing, two innuendos, it’s mentioned Reader has hair, but no length, color; or texture is described. ➳ AUTHOR’S NOTE: this story is not beta’d. English is not my native language; some errors are to be expected, people.
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— ❝ 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 ❞ : (n.) derives from the Latin redamō - the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.
           It's in the way you decline his offer to lunch together that he first notices something isn't right. Although Clark is a clever journalist, gifted with extraterrestrial abilities that allow him to see right through people, both literally and figuratively, he still takes some time to pinpoint what exactly is wrong.
           His unique gifts allow him to read anyone, and scan anybody to the point he'd be able to see if they were actually ill. He tries not to use it on you as requested, but there's only so much he can do to suppress his own habits.
           Yet, it all becomes clear after the weekly morning debrief at the Daily Planet. He has to admit he is a little embarrassed he wasn't able to tell sooner.
           He’s seen you rise from the bottom as a simple intern – in the political branch of the newspaper – up to be one of the hottest reporters the Planet had. He’s seen you work tirelessly to get interesting stories and still, being assigned to yet another corruption scandal in Gotham City... well, bored you. He even offered to swap places, but you declined, reminding him that your relationship already brought enough attention in the workplace.
           It's with that thought that, in the middle of the afternoon, Clark decides he is done for the day; besides he knows you would still be in Gotham for at least another couple of hours.
           The grocery list in his hand, he makes a quick stop at the supermarket to get essential items and then heads to your shared apartment.
           The way home is filled with a weird sense of melancholy and longing. A few weeks ago, he planned the perfect, surprise trip to Kansas for the weekend, but now he wonders if it’d be better to postpone it. He knows you'd be too exhausted to fly over there due to the repetitive exhausting back and forth between Gotham and Metropolis. (He even once caught you dozing off on your vanity table while in the midst of your sacrosanct skincare routine.)
           Exactly as Clark lets himself inside the empty apartment, he pushes the thought of that square velvet ring box into the back of his mind, swearing he'd revisit that plan later. The moment he sweeps past the mirror of the foyer, his phone rings, and a new text message from you pops up. 
I’ve got a new lead I’ll be late for dinner, sorry❤️❤️
           A heavy sigh follows the way he tosses his suit coat over the console table. The chesterfield sofa creaks violently under his sculpted physique as he sits down with more strength than he intended– and he promptly informs Martha of the last-minute change of plans for the weekend.
           For a moment, his gaze wanders and then settles on the cookbook sitting on the coffee table while an idea crosses his mind. He removes his glasses, swiping his thumb across the screen of his phone, and brings it to his newly eager ear.
           "Hey, ma, I need your help. Do you have a couple of minutes?"
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           The fragrant aroma of garlic, basil, tomato, and mozzarella fills the apartment to the brim, seeping through the front door to greet neighbors passing by. The golden glow of the dozens of candles sparkles across the kitchen and the living room as the impromptu chef busies himself at the stove where the oven is currently at what might be its best use.
           A single beaming red glance at the fireplace and the room slowly and cozily warms up as Clark uncorks the bottle of red wine to accompany tonight’s dish. He's always been more of a beer type of a man, just like his old man was, but he wants to make it right. The pinot grigio should go well with the homemade pizza.
           The sound of the elevator opening on the ground floor catches his attention, and the exasperated sigh of the woman inside the small space makes his heart sink. The rattling echo at the door of the apartment intensifies as he feels the vibrations of your forceful attempt at toeing your shoes off, the scrunchy melody of it all indicates you've walked under the rain for quite some time. Gotham City has such terrible weather.
             Clark hears you first then sees you in his peripheral vision as you stalk past the corner and all but walk up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist. The way your heartbeat slows to a soothing sound doesn’t go unnoticed as you deeply inhale his scent. His own heart skips a beat at the feel of your lingering kiss between his shoulder blades.
           "Terrible day at work?" He asks, managing to remove the first pizza from the oven as he squeezes your hands with his free one.
           "Hmm."
          "Did you find something at least?"
           "Hmm," you breathe out.
           "Are you hungry?" he smiles as your embrace tightens.
           "Hmm."
           "I made you pizza."
          "Hmm... wait, what?"
           He laughs, "Good evening to you, too, sweetheart."
           "Sorry, I'm tired," you yawn. "I didn't even get the groceries like I was supposed to."
           "Don't worry, I took care of it. Didn't you get my text?"
           You scoff, "My damn battery died before I took the ferry. I had to wait in the rain for a cab to get me home, but at least I have enough to finish the article and move on to something else."
           The fatigue in your voice finishes to convince Clark to turn around and the sight that greets him makes his brows sink together. You positively look like you are about to fall asleep in his arms. You hold onto him tightly and tuck your head into him as he smooths his large hands across your back.
           "I'm so sorry, sweetheart," he says through the crown of your head. "Do you want to go to sleep instead?"
           "Nah, I'll take a shower and then I'll have a taste of that pizza of yours. It smells yummy," you hum and turn your head as you take in the room. "Aww, Clark... it looks so nice. You even brought fresh flowers! Are we celebrating something? Oh, my God, I didn’t even-"
           "Shh," he chuckles, putting a finger on your lips to seal them shut. "No, we're not celebrating anything particular, I just wanted to take care of you tonight, that's all."
           "I don't deserve you." you pout playfully.
           "Don't be silly, you do."
           "I love you," you whisper.
           "And I love you," he murmurs just as he leans to leave a tender kiss on your lips. "Now, open your mouth."
           "I do like to hear you say that," you laugh.
           "You're the worst," he chuckles and brings a slice of the first pizza he's made. The shape isn't exactly round, just like the other one that is about to be put in the oven, but it looks authentic. "Open up, sweetheart."
           Clark looks at you with this gentle, beautiful smile, contagious enough to have your own tired one creeping up onto your face.
           You take a generous bite of pizza between your teeth and he eats some in his turn. The harmony that follows the mouthfuls of Italian goodness sounds almost obscene as you both enjoy the taste of the pizza that turned out to be better than Clark expected he must confess. (The crust could be thinner, perhaps.) He makes a mental note of thanking his mom tomorrow, and also to try more toppings next time.
           "Clark, it's so good," you giggle and he watches you lick the sauce off of your fingertips. "No more takeout from now on."
           "I just opened the wine to let it breathe a little, you okay with that?" He asks and smiles as you nod eagerly, quickly finishing the rest of the slice. "Perfect. Now go get that shower and dinner should be on the table when you're done."
           "Will you join me?" you smile, slowly walking backward.
           "What's that?" he raises a playful eyebrow.
           "Join me in the shower, please."
           "Yes, ma'am."
           He watches you head to the bedroom, taking in your figure as he slowly shakes his head with a grin he can't erase and that he truly doesn't want to.
           Clark tidies up a bit, choosing to put the remaining pizza in the oven later. He checks the candles, making sure it’s all safe before he makes his way to your bedroom.
           The first thing he notices is the blue hoodie sitting at the edge of the bed, the same hoodie you always steal to wear as pajamas whenever you're feeling low. He laughs quietly, wondering how long it took you to unconvincingly wander through your own clothes until you eventually sneaked into his part of the closet.
           He doesn't mind you wearing his clothes, it always brings a rush of adrenaline to him, a feeling of pride and something else entirely inexplicable. A part of him resents thinking this way, but it's like he's marking his territory — knowing his scent is all over you when he's not by your side drives him wild and sets his senses on fire.
           However, he reminds himself it’s a thought for another night as he enters the bathroom where you are waiting for him in the shower, not noticing him stripping naked.
           The cubical door opens quietly, the steam of the shower soothing his bare skin. Clark bites his lip at the sound of the long, slow breath that leaves your lips as soon as the pressure from the spray hits your tensed shoulders. The soreness visibly leaves your body as you lean your head back and let the water cascade down your face.
           The gasped yelp that follows the way he wraps his strong arms around your waist is quickly shut down as he showers your neck with kisses.
           "Shh, I've got you," he murmurs right at your earlobe. He feels you let loose in his embrace, resting against him as though the weight of your world is on his broad shoulders for now.
           It doesn’t matter, he's used to it. Protecting people is what he does, but taking care of you remains an enjoyable moment. Luckily, it’s not the hero you need now, but the man.
           The palms of his hands draw an invisible trail on your body, the added heat at the tips of his fingers raises a wave of goosebumps in their wake and soon he finds you almost purring from the gentleness of his touch, engulfing you in the comfort of his presence. Your shoulders slump back, your breathing slows to a tender, soothing melody and a little approving sound even encourages him.
           "Better?"
           "That’s nice," you hum mindlessly.
           "Turn around, let’s wash your hair."
           Clark smiles at the way you surrender so easily, your eyes are closed and yet you seem more present in the moment than he initially imagined. Warmth spreads in his heart and he absentmindedly reaches for your left hand where he lays a lingering kiss on your knuckles. He picks up the fast beating of your heart, the hitch in your breath as you blink your eyes open and stare at him, holding your hand in his as if it is the most delicate material on earth. The attention you dedicate to him prompts him to turn your hand over where he places another kiss on the inside of your wrist.
           "I thought you were going to wash my hair." you smile.
           "I am," Clark answers simply as he reaches for your shampoo.
           The first brushes of his lathered fingers on your scalp force your eyes closed, his nails gently raking through your hair, applying the right pressure. He can feel it as soon as you press your body to his, your arms enveloping him leisurely, your body melting under his magic; he knows you're letting him take care of you without compromise.
           The way your lips part ever so slightly, the way you moan softly when he massages a tender spot at the nape of your neck and he can't help it anymore. Heat and blood rush right down to him. Clark dips his head, only to have a taste of your mouth and the answer he receives in the form of an appreciative sigh spurs him on. His kisses are soft, meticulous, and thoughtful, quietly comforting rather than pulled from a deep, scorching desire.
           It lingers, lazily going on and on until he gently leans your head back under the spray that thoroughly washes away all the dirt, stress, and foam.
           He’s all pent-up, but it’s worth it.
           Fluttering your eyes open, you send him a grateful smile, "Thank you."
           "No need," Clark murmurs against your forehead. "I’ll always be here."
           "I know."
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7grandmel · 26 days
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Todays rip: 02/03/2024
One-Winged DJ
Season 7 Featured on: The Year of Grand Dad Sound Selection [Side A]
Ripped by duuzu, digboye, COCONABE, l4ureleye, Netyasha Roozi, Jiko Music Performed by Chase Beck
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You may have noticed that I try to keep an air of suspense when doing posts on the King for Another Day tournament such as Thank You, Everybody!. That is, of course, to not spoil the victor of Season 4 Episode 1's year-defining event - but at this point, it's a bit of a fruitless endeavor to try and uphold. Because DJ Professor K's victory celebrations haven't just been contained to his awarded day-long takeover during Season 4 Episode 2 - the takeover that gave us incredible rips like AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE A CHUNKY BEAT, 88811, Ska Cha Cha (Rotten Mix) at an absolute breakneck pace during the SiIvaSummer All-Star Festival. Because during that takeover, a new flame was kindled - a flame by the name of Jet Set Radio Evolution.
Hideki Naganuma's style of sample-filled funk music is DJ Professor K's headlining ripping source, the one most closely associated with the game that the character originates from. Yet its a style that can be expressed in so many ways, not needing to be derivative of any prior existing songs from the two Jet Set Radio games - September, for instance, is able to sound authentically Naganuma-esque whilst being built off of a song as far away from his style as possible. Jet Set Radio Evolution, then, is an entirely made-up game - its name and logo deriving from a declined proof-of-concept, but its "soundtrack" completely made up by the SiIvaGunner team. This is far from the first fake game on the channel, and not the first one to be done without much of a shred of irony (Kirby Rip Attack is due for coverage on here) - but, notably, its a fake game born specifically to keep DJ Professor K's impact on the channel alive in the Seasons past his takeover. And, well, it took a few Seasons, but during Season 7, the team started going truly ham in utilizing its true potential.
There are a number of these Jet Set Radio Evolution rips I want to cover on here, both ones from DJ Professor K's takeover and from its revitalized usage during Season 7 - but to me, it was One-Winged DJ that really showed just how much flexibility rippers have with Naganuma's style of music. One-Winged Angel has long been seen as a sort of legendary track to rip due just how extensive of a song it is, a song that has a distinctly menacing feel to it that I can't imagine is easy to translate into a rip. Rips like One Winged PSYcho - V​.​S. Sepsyrop feel like absolutely herculean endeavors, and during Season 7 in particular we saw an absolute tidal wave of rips using it, as if it were just any other meme source in the channel's backlog and not this legendary 7-minute long work of art. Hen'yoku no Piraman was the first of these I covered, and while One-Winged DJ is likely far from the last, it still manages to feel like it sticks out from the crowd in just how dense of a sound it has - likely a result of how many people contributed to its creation.
There's the obvious highlight, of course: Chase Beck, the voice of DJ Professor K himself, returns to the role with new lines to supplement the original choir in latin of the original song, and it immediately gives the rip a charm to it, especially all these years after the original event and after Chase Beck's last "needed" performance as the character had long since passed. Before that even gets to kick in, though, its hard not to notice just how many different parts of Jet Set Radio's soundtracks are utilized right from the beginning: a bassline and voicelines echoing That's Enough, samples and pacing from Sneakman, the interlude's melody broken by the noise and chaos of The Concept of Love, and all throughout using small little sound effects and one-second samples from all over the games' soundscapes.
This is the kind of rip I could sit here and dissect for pages on end, yet I believe the point has been made abundantly clear already. In a Season already FILLED with celebration of every part of SiIvaGunner's life, One-Winged DJ is an absolute flex of a celebration, reminding us all of why DJ Professor K truly earned his win whilst showing just how much there is to still be done within the ever-appealing Naganuma style. I'm beyond proud of the rippers involved in how this rip turned out, and hope that the Jet Set Radio Evolution rips continue to impress into Season 8.
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lcatala · 1 year
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A look at the etymology of the "arithmonyms" from the Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir, arranged by difficulty level.
Easy:
-Deuteros = Ancient Greek δεύτερος (deúteros) "second"
-Dve = Pan-Slavic две/dvě "two"
-Tettares = Ancient Greek (Attic) τέττᾰρες (téttares) "four"
-Chatur = Sanskrit चतुर् (catur) "four"
-Pent = Ancient Greek πέντε (pénte) "five"
-Quinque = Latin quīnque "five"
-Sextus = Latin sextus "sixth"
-Hect = Ancient Greek ἕκτος (héktos) "sixth"
-Sex = Latin sex "six"
-Septimus = Latin septimus "seventh"
-Asht = Sanskrit अष्ट (aṣṭa) "eight"
-Oct = Latin octō "eight" or Ancient greek ὀκτώ (oktṓ) "eight"
-Nav = Sanskrit नव (nava) "nine"
Intermediate:
-Dyas = Ancient Greek (late medieval pronunciation) δῠᾰ́ς (duás) "the number two, couple, pair, diad"
-Tern = Latin ternī "three each, three at a time"
-Trinit = Latin trīnitās "the number three, triad, trinity"
-Tetra = Ancient Greek τετρᾰ́ς (tetrás) "the number four, the fourth day", or τετρα- (tetra-), prefixed form of τέττᾰρες (téttares) "four"
-Quinn = Latin quīnī "five each, five at a time", or quīn-, prefixed form of quīnque "five"
-Shodash = Sanskrit षोडश (ṣoḍaśa) "sixteen"
-Ebdoma = Ancient Greek (Koine pronunciation) ἑβδομάς (hebdomás) "a group of seven"
-Nonagesimus = Latin nōnāgēsimus "ninetieth"
-Novenarius = Latin novēnārius "containing or consisting of nine things"
-Novenary = Latin novēnārius (see above)
Advanced:
-Tridentarius = Neo-Latin tridēntārius "like a trident", from Latin tridēns "three teeth"
-Zeta = Sixth letter of the Greek Alphabet (although in Ancient Greek numerals it actually represents the number 7, because the original sixth letter was the now disused digamma)
-Heptane = Neo-Greek-Latin compound heptane, "saturated aliphatic hydrocarbon C7H16" (more literally "pertaining to the number seven, seven-like")
-Nonius = Latin Nōnius, a first name derived from the Nōnia plebeian family, ultimately from nōnus "ninth"
-Nova = Latin novem "nine" and/or nova "new" (it's been suggested that the Proto-Indo-European root *h₁néwn̥ "nine" is derived from the root *néwos "new")
Expert:
-Octakiseron = Ancient Greek ὀκτᾰ́κῐς (oktákis) "eight times" + unclear suffix, could have been constructed by analogy with -τερον (-teron, as in δεύτερον (deúteron) "second") and -μερον (-meron, as in ἑξαήμερον (hexaḗmeron) "six days"); alternatively based on or reinforced by the French diminutive suffix -eron, an extension of the diminutive -on (itself a merger of several Latin and Frankish suffixes), built by analogy with words like quarteron "quadroon" (from quartier "quarter, district" + -on); yet another possibility is Ancient Greek εἴρων (eírōn) "one who says less than they think, dissembler, pretender"
-Noniusvianus = not clear, perhaps a portmenteau of Latin Nōnius (see above) and noviēs "nine times", with an adjectival ending -(i)ānus.
-Nigenad = perhaps based on Proto-West Germanic *nigundō "ninth" (variant of the more common *neundō), or one of its descendants (Dutch negende, Middle English nyghend, West Frisian njoggende…); possibly reinforced by Old English nigonfeald "ninefold"
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murakamijeva-muza · 23 days
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“The Greek word for "return" is nostos. Algos means "suffering." So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return. To express that fundamental notion most Europeans can utilize a word derived from the Greek (nostalgia, nostalgie) as well as other words with roots in their national languages: añoranza, say the Spaniards; saudade, say the Portuguese. In each language these words have a different semantic nuance. Often they mean only the sadness caused by the impossibility of returning to one's country: a longing for country, for home. What in English is called "homesickness." Or in German: Heimweh. In Dutch: heimwee. But this reduces that great notion to just its spatial element. One of the oldest European languages, Icelandic (like English) makes a distinction between two terms: söknuour: nostalgia in its general sense; and heimprá: longing for the homeland. Czechs have the Greek-derived nostalgie as well as their own noun, stesk, and their own verb; the most moving, Czech expression of love: styska se mi po tobe ("I yearn for you," "I'm nostalgic for you"; "I cannot bear the pain of your absence"). In Spanish añoranza comes from the verb añorar (to feel nostalgia), which comes from the Catalan enyorar, itself derived from the Latin word ignorare (to be unaware of, not know, not experience; to lack or miss), In that etymological light nostalgia seems something like the pain of ignorance, of not knowing. You are far away, and I don't know what has become of you. My country is far away, and I don't know what is happening there. Certain languages have problems with nostalgia: the French can only express it by the noun from the Greek root, and have no verb for it; they can say Je m'ennuie de toi (I miss you), but the word s'ennuyer is weak, cold -- anyhow too light for so grave a feeling. The Germans rarely use the Greek-derived term Nostalgie, and tend to say Sehnsucht in speaking of the desire for an absent thing. But Sehnsucht can refer both to something that has existed and to something that has never existed (a new adventure), and therefore it does not necessarily imply the nostos idea; to include in Sehnsucht the obsession with returning would require adding a complementary phrase: Sehnsucht nach der Vergangenheit, nach der verlorenen Kindheit, nach der ersten Liebe (longing for the past, for lost childhood, for a first love).” ― Milan Kundera, Ignorance
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