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Dec 23, 2012

The Translator's Psalm


The WORD is my compass; I am not lost.

 It inspireth pastoral contemplation;  it stilleth my mind's unruly waters.

 Words restore my tired soul: they lead me through the stacks of the library for a term's sake.

 Yea, though I tap the keyboard in the shadow of Google, I will fear no machine: for words are in me; their rhythm and logic comfort me.

 I prepare special terminology in the interests of understanding and anoint my keyboard with tea; my cup runneth over.

 Surely words without MT shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell with books and good words in abundance.
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3 comments:

  1. UnknownDecember 23, 2012 9:21 PM

    I couldn't agree more. But: http://dan.tobias.name/frivolity/archaic-grammar.html

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  2. Kevin LossnerDecember 23, 2012 10:28 PM

    Indeed. Years ago I used to know that stuff, but as arteries harden... ah well, more to occupy myself with over the holidays :-)

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  3. dondu(#11168674346665545885)December 29, 2012 3:45 PM

    23rd Psalm? It is my favorite.
    Regards,
    Dondu N. Raghavan

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