Well, not always. How could the little children who came in such numbers to Luther’s Bible have put up with such a poorly designed script for so long? I had thought that Hitler was forced by the bureaucratic requirements of his territorial acquisitions to abandon spiderleg, but here is the great progressive in 1934:
Your supposedly Gothic internalisation ill suits the age of steel and iron, glass and concrete, of womanly beauty and manly strength, of the head raised high and defiant intent… In a hundred years our language will be the European language. The countries of the East, the North and the West [worrabout the South?] will learn our language in order to be able to communicate with us. The prerequisite: the place of the so-called Gothic script will be taken by the script we have until now called Latin.
Most thoughtful of him, and a decent British ambassador should surely have rushed to London and chained himself to the steps of the Foreign Office until his cries were heard.
Pleasingly, Bable is used as a synonym for Astur-Leonese, aka Leonese etc. The name was apparently popularised by someone called Xovellanos
- Those Anglo-Saxons, habeas corpus, and detective stories
Most southern European theorising re that poorly defined construct, Anglosaxonia, is corny racism dressed up as sociology or socialism or whatever.
- London’s River Lea and Waltham Forest in Drayton’s 1622 Poly-Olbion
Now you see ’em, now you don’t.
- In praise of British arse
How amiably drunken shagfests could resolve the burka problem in a manner acceptable to freedom-loving readers of this blog.
- Origins of the “Gaelic Blessing” used at quasi-Christian, pagan and “humanist” funerals, and in a piece by John Rutter
Transphobic druidic mumbojumbo by William “Fiona” Sharp, in which God answers a prayer and cures a Hebridean fisherman’s feminine gender identity.