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Wednesday, September 18, 2024
Hearing One's Mother Tongue in a Foreign Land
John Buchan (1875-1940), Greenmantle, chapter IV:
I heard a woman speaking pretty clean-cut English, which amid the hoarse Dutch jabber sounded like a lark among crows.