If you learn French, you can then get where such word like 'debut' in English comes from. Why not such words like 'rastaquouère', 'défroquée', 'nouveau riche', 'cul-de-sac', etc. And, yes, German 'schadenfreude' poses itself over 'sadism' with its own distinction that sometimes appears to me as splitting hairs. I thought that 'nolle prosequi' can be other than 'recto-verso', namely the latter being not Latin but Italian. And I was wrong. Learn, even if you are above 50 or 60 or more. Learn that matters after all. And, yes, learn that speaks and connects to your inner being's core wish (I don't say passion.). But the purpose why I live isn't for them at all, for I care only about the things of the mind and its transformation to its being able to connect to its radiant root inseparable with the ultimate nature of the universe, namely not being there as it appears, and that in its multi-layered depth of discovering like a foliated mass of something with a jewel couched in its heart. Leave it for today, and I will be there again tomorrow, for you, like anyone else, take with such an assurance, which's itself false, that 'I' and 'you' of such permanence can be there again for another 'tomorrow'. Oh, this silly notion of eternity does ruin us all, but, as a Frenchman says, 'c'est la vie', it's the life pattern of the majority of humankind--so docile, so demure where it counts for some 'fast joy' related with self-interest or self-absorption of any, but so intransigent, so mean where it counts for being able to let go of without such a retur.
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