There's a million stories in the Naked City, and most of them were written with words.
That's right, words - those tidy little packages of sound and air that give our lives context and meaningthe hard and soft tones we rely on every day to share our dreams, order lunch and emotionally cripple our children.
Where would we be without language?
The sexy swoop of an "S".the quiet strength of the "M"that cocky, devil-may-care slant of the capital "A"
I love this language.
I can simultaneously conjugate a verb and dangle a participle, blindfolded with one hand tied behind my back.
Mine was not a family of "Letters".
We were a family of "Words".
I've dedicated my life to protecting words; like my father before me and his father too.
Being a Grammar Cop has never been more critical.
