The taste of honey : $b The note book of a linguistUnderwood, Edna Worthley
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The taste of honey : $b The note book of a linguist
Underwood, Edna Worthley
Literature -- History and criticism
They have come from remotest periods. They have come from the night
of history. There is nothing else in the world man has contact with
that is so old, except the red earth beneath his feet, or so much
part of his life. How they originated we know little more than of
the beginning to be of the same red earth. Theories have been put
forward. None have been agreed upon.
We know primitive tongues were monolithic. They were built in
gigantic squares, like the stone buildings of primitive peoples, the
temples upon the Andes, in Peru, in Honduras for example, Yucatan,
the pre-historic buildings of Guatamala, India, Egypt. Primitive
men hurled at each other blocks of unhewn thought. The change that
was in progress from that day to this was one of _making little_,
disintegration. The rocks were wearing slowly away to sand. Now
speech is broken. It is filled with tiny paste-like particles,
inconsequential connectives, the worn, floating, detritus of years.
In everyday speech we make use of sounds which our Aryan ancestors
used at foot of the Himalayan Mountains in the childhood of man.
Sanskrit _vritta_ (turn); Latin _vertire_; English _verse_. Sanskrit
_Deva_ (God); Latin _deus_; English _divine_.
These are very near the forms we use. As I explained before, I, of
course, have no right to the word linguist. I read too few tongues.
It has been used merely to explain interest in foreign literature,
and because we have no intermediate word for exchange.
Sir John Bowring boasted he could speak one hundred tongues and read
fluently still another hundred. With it all he was a poor translator.
To translate well there must be generous admixture of artist and
native writer in the scholar.
John Gregory in the English Seventeenth Century, read easily almost
all the languages of the Orient in which a literature has been
written; and Ethiopean, too, for good measure. There was a period
in England of something resembling encyclopedic mind—like the
Russian Eighteenth Century, to which there seemed to be no limit of
acquirement. After that (to me) there came another and a seemingly
different England, both in mind and nature. Its rare moment of
creative power passed. Very likely I have no right to the following
opinion. My guess, however, would be that languages had a common
origin. Then came migration of peoples, life in widely separated
localities, under different areas of pressure of changing climates,
bringing new demands upon the body. This modified speech. This caused
the word to be spoken differently. In this way, in long periods of
time, regularly appearing, cumulative differences arose.
In the first place, word was uttered to give imitation in sound of
emotion. It was gesture made through another bodily medium. It was
mind gesture through the throat.
In almost all languages the word for mother expresses the same
gesture. Arabic, _oom_. Russian _matushka_. Latin _mater_. English
_mother_, and so forth.
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