Sometimes I imagine linguistics as a massive, burly, heavily-tattooed convict who is bending me over. And at other times I imagine it as a tiny insidious spore that has settled itself in my bowel and releases a toxin that makes me feel as if my internal organs are being sliced to pieces with a rusty fish hook.
Linguistics is good in that it's such a broad and varied field that makes so many people feel so many things. So many things.
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