Language Can Be Fascinating
I majored in languages because I was good at them. I learned to read on Sunday mornings, when I sat on my father’s lap, and he read the funnies to me. After a while, I started noticing patterns and recognizing small words.
According to family legend, I started talking at birth and never shut up because I was vaccinated with a phonograph needle. I was, indeed, speaking in complete sentences at a year old; my mother took me to the doctor for my year check-up, and when he put the stethoscope to my chest, I said, “Stop it, Doctor…