Monday 4 November 2002
Pix of the Day: Golden Autumn Fortnight
CREDITS: © Tony Richards/LakelandCAM.co.uk
MAPS: [1:Region] [2:District] [3:Location]
Generally my heavy northern England speech is readily understood here in southern Utah, provided I open with a few contiguous sentences to allow listeners to tune into my accent. Some of my vocabulary, however, leaves (unintended pun) even the most attentive listeners floundering. Fall for Autumn, and vice versa, seem to be readily understood on both sides of the Atlantic, but one sure way for me to halt almost any conversation is to use the word 'fortnight', which seems to be unknown here.
My cardiologist's secretary was delighted with this addition to her vocabulary, derived from the Old English 'feowertiene niht' or 'fourteen nights': such is the creative urge of American English speakers, that she immediately asked me if it was permissible to use multiples… so I guess my next appointment in December will be, "See you again after a three fortnights". This lovely shot, taken by Tony Richards on the Hawkshead road out of Coniston in the English Lake District, sums up the season, whatever name you prefer. However, no matter how hard I try, 'To Fall' as the title of this poem just does not sound right for British English speakers.
To Autumn by John Keats (1795-1821)
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Jules Laforgue (1860-1887)
"Ah! que la vie est quotidienne."
Oh, what a day-to-day business life is.
'Complainte sur certains ennuis' (1885)