I just got out of a meeting I've been in since 9am. Of course, when the meeting wrapped up, it started pouring and I had to run back to my office in the rain. Good timing, Mr. Rain Maker. Anyway, here's the quote that I was going to post but then got called into the meeting.
A living language is like a man suffering incessantly from small haemorrhages, and what it needs above all else is constant transactions of new blood from other tongues. The day the gates go up, that day it begins to die. -H.L. Mencken, writer, editor, and critic (1880-1956)
