Think about when you were small. You and your buddies probably had a club of some sorts. Maybe there was a password to get in. I had the Pan Am club, but pretty much anyone who wanted to join could.
Now think about languages. I have a major impediment to your joining my club: It’s called being able to speak Japanese. Unless you learn that, you’re pretty much going to be in a windswept field and a farmer who’s gonna pitchfork you if what comes out of your mouth is other than Japanese.
This is how we maintain the tribe mentality, how we separate ourselves from each other. I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I do know that when I was watching the original Ocean’s Eleven last night I could hardly understand a word.
Or should that be “woid”?
Allons parler ein bischen nihongo, basta, nihau, good buddy.
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