Regrets

Of all the six thousand or so human languages that I don't know, I have to confess that French is the one I would most like to know. Knowing it wouldn't be as useful as Spanish, or Mandarin, or even probably Russian or Japanese, but somehow knowing French would make me feel better. Perhaps it is because French is the language of eating and drinking, and I enjoy both of those things a great deal. Perhaps I have actually managed to absorb some of the French propaganda that theirs is the language of civilization. (There's a terrible thought).