“Oft ic sceolde ana uhtna gehwylce mine ceare cwiþan. Nis nu cwicra nan þe ic him modsefan minne durre sweotule asecgan.”
Often I had alone to speak of my trouble each morning before dawn. There is none now living to whom I dare clearly speak of my innermost thoughts.
(excerpt from “The Wanderer”, Old English, late X cent.)
Talk the same way you eat…
great friend fantagod…
it’s not wise to talk with a full mouth
just swallow, then eat
*talk
now THAT’s a good idea