13 January, 2012

We don't undestand the brain, yet.

Language Log � The unbearable loss of words: "What's a spondulick?"
"Money."
"Really? Truly? Spondulicks?" In my mind's eye, I pictured a spastic duck.
"Yes," he said emphatically.
"Spondulicks?"
"Spondulicks. It's British."
Surely he was pulling my leg. I breezed into the library to look it up in an etymological dictionary, where I found this entry: