Today Annick, my French writing prof, said something that I found to be truly beautiful: At this point in your French, you can all put sentences together easily. You know what you want to say and how to say it. But now you also realize that some sentences only make sense according to their context and without it the meaning is lost.
Beautiful, but annoying. I've come to hate this word: context. Some days I want to scream that I want no context, I want only to learn the words I don't know and to say all the things that I cannot verbalize. But even this would not make sense without the context of what I don't know. Ironic, this.
Beautiful, but annoying. I've come to hate this word: context. Some days I want to scream that I want no context, I want only to learn the words I don't know and to say all the things that I cannot verbalize. But even this would not make sense without the context of what I don't know. Ironic, this.
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