An affair with untranslatable words

I love words. They are everywhere. Ironically, their presence is a silent thank you note to the poets who shaped them for us. A quick…

English might be a language of angles (engel being the Latin root) but the writing on the wall says it kills others.

I love words. They are everywhere. Ironically, their presence is a silent thank you note to the poets who shaped them for us. A quick reminder: We didn’t create them. We merely borrow them. John Nash once claimed that he saw the world in n…