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“on n'a pas encore mangé assez de pâtes, on n'a pas encore lu assez de livres, on n'a pas encore écouté assez de musiques, la vie nous attend, on peut pas s'arrêter maintenant”
— (via lesetoilespleurent)
« We’ve not yet eaten enough pasta, we’ve not yet read enough books, we’ve not yet listened to enough music, life awaits us, we can’t stop now. »
C'était un bonheur qui s'était installé sans prévenir. Doux et imprévisible, il savait soigner les blessures. Souvent, il chuchotait au cœur ce qu'il savait déjà. L'euphorie était si forte que la vitesse à laquelle les deux êtres s'aimaient dépassait tout.
« It was a happiness that established itself without warning. Gentle and unforeseeable, it knew how to care for scars. Often, it whispered to the heart what it already knew. The euphoria was so strong that the speed with which two beings loved each other surpassed anything. »
Okay, so:
Latin has this word, sic. Or, if we want to be more diacritically accurate, sīc. That shows that the i is long, so it’s pronounced like “seek” and not like “sick.”
You might recognize this word from Latin sayings like “sic semper tyrannis” or “sic transit gloria mundi.” You might recognize it as what you put in parentheses when you want to be pass-agg about someone’s mistakes when you’re quoting them: “Then he texted me, ‘I want to touch you’re (sic) butt.’”
It means, “thus,” which sounds pretty hoity-toity in this modren era, so maybe think of it as meaning “in this way,” or “just like that.” As in, “just like that, to all tyrants, forever,” an allegedly cool thing to say after shooting a President and leaping off a balcony and shattering your leg. “Everyone should do it this way.”
Anyway, Classical Latin somewhat lacked an affirmative particle, though you might see the word ita, a synonym of sic, used in that way. By Medieval Times, however, sic was holding down this role. Which is to say, it came to mean yes.
Ego: Num edisti totam pitam?
Tu, pudendus: Sic.
Me: Did you eat all the pizza?
You, shameful: That’s the way it is./Yes.
This was pretty well established by the time Latin evolved into its various bastard children, the Romance languages, and you can see this by the words for yes in these languages.
In Spanish, Italian, Asturian, Catalan, Corsican, Galician, Friulian, and others, you say si for yes. In Portugese, you say sim. In French, you say si to mean yes when you’re contradicting a negative assertion (”You don’t like donkey sausage like all of us, the inhabitants of France, eat all the time?” “Yes, I do!”). In Romanian, you say da, but that’s because they’re on some Slavic shit. P.S. there are possibly more Romance languages than you’re aware of.
But:
There was still influence in some areas by the conquered Gaulish tribes on the language of their conquerors. We don’t really have anything of Gaulish language left, but we can reverse engineer some things from their descendants. You see, the Celts that we think of now as the people of the British Isles were Gaulish, originally (in the sense that anyone’s originally from anywhere, I guess) from central and western Europe. So we can look at, for example, Old Irish, where they said tó to mean yes, or Welsh, where they say do to mean yes or indeed, and we can see that they derive from the Proto-Indo-European (the big mother language at whose teat very many languages both modern and ancient did suckle) word *tod, meaning “this” or “that.” (The asterisk indicates that this is a reconstructed word and we don’t know exactly what it would have been but we have a pretty damn good idea.)
So if you were fucking Ambiorix or whoever and Quintus Titurius Sabinus was like, “Yo, did you eat all the pizza?” you would do that Drake smile and point thing under your big beefy Gaulish mustache and say, “This.” Then you would have him surrounded and killed.
Apparently Latin(ish) speakers in the area thought this was a very dope way of expressing themselves. “Why should I say ‘in that way’ like those idiots in Italy and Spain when I could say ‘this’ like all these cool mustache boys in Gaul?” So they started copying the expression, but in their own language. (That’s called a calque, by the way. When you borrow an expression from another language but translate it into your own. If you care about that kind of shit.)
The Latin word for “this” is “hoc,” so a bunch of people started saying “hoc” to mean yes. In the southern parts of what was once Gaul, “hoc” makes the relatively minor adjustment to òc, while in the more northerly areas they think, “Hmm, just saying ‘this’ isn’t cool enough. What if we said ‘this that’ to mean ‘yes.’” (This is not exactly what happened but it is basically what happened, please just fucking roll with it, this shit is long enough already.)
So they combined hoc with ille, which means “that” (but also comes to just mean “he”: compare Spanish el, Italian il, French le, and so on) to make o-il, which becomes oïl. This difference between the north and south (i.e. saying oc or oil) comes to be so emblematic of the differences between the two languages/dialects that the languages from the north are called langues d’oil and the ones from the south are called langues d’oc. In fact, the latter language is now officially called “Occitan,” which is a made-up word (to a slightly greater degree than that to which all words are made-up words) that basically means “Oc-ish.” They speak Occitan in southern France and Catalonia and Monaco and some other places.
The oil languages include a pretty beefy number of languages and dialects with some pretty amazing names like Walloon, and also one with a much more basic name: French. Perhaps you’ve heard of it, n'est-ce pas?
Yeah, eventually Francophones drop the -l from oil and start saying it as oui. If you’ve ever wondered why French yes is different from other Romance yeses, well, now you know.
I guess what I’m getting at is that when you reblog a post you like and tag it with “this,” or affirm a thing a friend said by nodding and saying “Yeah, that”: you’re not new
this is all amazing, but I’m now waiting for people to start reblogging posts with the additional comment “SIC”.
“Was I sleeping, while the others suffered? Am I sleeping now?”
— Samuel Beckett, Waiting for Godot
“Tout est en désordre. Les cheveux. Le lit. Les mots. La vie. Le cœur.”
— Jack Kerouac (via nemoanimus)
« Everything is in disarray. Hair. Bed. Words. Life. Heart. »
Allons vers ces printemps qui sont dans les yeux des gens, qu'on aime.
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« Let’s go towards these springtimes which are in the eyes of the people that we love. »
Love songs
‘The sky claims it knows you. it’s so beautiful it must be true’
‘All that I write and can express i drew it from the inkwell of your eyes’
‘When we have only love to live our promises with no other resource than always believing‘
‘Oh my love, my sweet, my tender, my wonderful love, in the clear light of dawn until the end of the day, i love you still, you know‘
‘She must’ve fought all the wars to be so strong today‘
“L’âme ne pèse pas plus que le rêve d’un moucheron”
— Patrice Delbourg, L’Athanée sur la colline – Longtemps j'ai cru mon père immortel
« The soul weighs no more than the dream of a gnat. »
Then there are those we come across, whom we barely know, who offer you a word, a sentence, give you minute, a half hour, and change the course of your life. • Victor Hugo, French poet and novelist (1802-1885)
“C'est peut-être ça que je sens, qu'il y a un dehors et un dedans et moi au milieu, c'est peut-être ça que je suis, la chose qui divise le monde en deux, d'une part le dehors, de l'autre le dedans, ça peut être mince comme une lame, je ne suis ni d'un côté ni de l'autre, je suis au milieu, je suis la cloison, j'ai deux faces et pas d'épaisseur, c'est peut-être ça que je sens, je me sens qui vibre, je suis le tympan, d'un côté c'est le crâne, de l'autre le monde, je ne suis ni de l'un ni de l'autre.”
— Samuel Beckett - l'Innommable
« Maybe that’s what I’m feeling, that there’s outside and inside and I’m in between. Maybe that’s what I am, that thing which divides the world in two, one part outside, the other within, that could be razor thin, I’m not from one side or from the other, I’m in the middle, I’m the partition, I have two sides but no depth, maybe that’s why I’m aware, why I feel myself vibrating, I am the tympani, one side the skull, the other the world, I am neither one nor the other. » - Samuel Beckett, Unspeakable
I wish for you to be madly loved. • André Breton, French writer and poet (1896-1966)
Peu importe que l'on soit français ou pas, peu importe que l'on croit en Dieu ou pas, voir Notre Dame brûler, c'est comme voir sa propre maison brûler. Cette soirée est horrible. • Whether you are French or not, whether you believe in God or not, to see Notre Dame burning is like seeing your own house burning. This is an horrible evening. • 📷 @alinakolot
“Je ne saurai vous exprimer quelles distances incommensurables séparaient nos âmes, bien que nos cœurs, peut-être, se fussent frôlés, échauffés l’un l’autre, par moments.”
— Guy de Maupassant, Allouma (1889)
Qu'est-ce qui t'en empêche ? • What’s stopping you? • /kɛs ki t‿ɑ̃.n‿ɑ̃.pɛʃ/
Fais avec ! • Deal with it! • /fɛ a.vɛk/
Of course I will hurt you. Of course you will hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence. • Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are. • Anaïs Nin, French-American novelist (1903-1977)
