English, Anglais, Engels...

So I am just about to go forth and write my English exam and I was thinking about how beautiful language is and the amazingly beautiful pictures we can paint with words. Also, I had another 'Does language really signify what we mean/Language is the ultimate failure of man' discussion with someone this morning (man, I detest Beckett!) and I just feel the need to explain somewhere and somehow the beauty of language (yay for cyberspace).

Alas, I must stop this post now because I sense that this could easily end up as a waffle/ rambling bit of self-indulgence (and I'm only on my second post!) and my head is too full of Romeo and Juliet at the moment to make much sense anyway, so I'm off to write my paper and put u out of your misery :) I will, however, leave you with this great pic which shows that a thousand words paint a picture! :p

this is a painting which is made up entirely of words but which shows the face of a man :)