zarathustra zei:
meh, dat klinkt als een doos
Engels is allesbehalve logisch
bv. meervouden :
box --> boxes
maar
ox --> oxen ( os / ossen )
mouse --> mice
maar
house --> houses ( en geen hice

)
vreemd, maar toch correct ! :
The bandage was wound around the wound
The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert
When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes
The wind was too strong to wind the sail
conclusie :
English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple
English muffins weren't invented in England . We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly , boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig . And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing , grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them , what do you call it?
If teachers taught , why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables , what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell?
How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same , while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on..
kzeg het je, one f*cked up language
