Morning Stories

Götterdämmerung? (Which is Twilight of the Gods) Which gods are currently facing their twilight? And if any of these ladies or gentlemen are available for comment: what exactly does this twilight contain right now? I mean, at many corners of the globe - wait, why corners? - this very world is no longer in order. Not even at seven in the morning. Yet the bearers of hope in all countries - or at least most of them - refuse to stop carrying.

A sentence heard often and understood rarely has burned itself into memory. Precisely because it was blown into the air — the hot air — so many times. What could the underlying motivation have been, to push those four words plus exclamation mark into a small boy's ears?

Walls are, by nature, rather unsympathetic boundaries. Those who build them rarely engage in open conversations. And when our thoughts keep running into walls, frustration quickly sets in.

“Don’t play with the mucky pups. Don’t sing their songs. Go to the Upper Town. Be like your brothers.”

Language doesn’t live on words alone. It thrives on change — and, more than anything, on meaning. Whether written or spoken, language (and rhetoric with it) is a fascinating adventure. And we are the adventurers of linguistics.

45 RPM singles have always been a hit with rock’n’rollers. On the tiniest space, with an A-side and a B-side, magic was born.

Once upon a time, a curtain meant one of two things: a belly proudly spilling over a belt, or a piece of fabric designed to shield the private from the public. The curtain stood – or rather hung – for privacy.