All I remember is the impossibly eccentric, indulgent, and unintelligble Prof. Ibrahim with the cloud of chalk dust that emanated from his Cornel West-esque afro gesturing far more wildly than the material demanded as the sun sank in a coppery ball to the right of the redwood trunk outside the window. Tuesdays and Thursdays, I believe. And I've retained the term "speech act," though I still don't see what's so remarkable about it. (Go on, respond with, "I do," and you'll see what a mess the parsers have tried to make of the matter.)
you'll see what a mess the parsers have tried to make of the matter
Please elaborate? Dunno if it's remarkable either. At least they're concerned with clarity, which is good I think. It's easy to suspect it's all a little more verbose than strictly necessary.
Lord...I remember Quine...but nothing that he said.
Our Quine people (both lecturers and Quine-adoring students) tended to be kind of puffy, florid and with rapidly advancing male pattern baldness and bad breath.
You know the brits -- all us colonials look alike.
Clarity is all well and good, but language became the beautiful thing that it is over the millenium without the aid of parsers and wonderfully sans precision! (Is that French? It looks it.)
Language was invented and is constantly reinvented by children, fer Chrissake, which is as it ought to be. Mr. Gentel notwithstanding...
You know the brits -- all us colonials look alike.
Clarity is all well and good, but language became the beautiful thing that it is over the millenium without the aid of parsers and wonderfully sans precision! (Is that French? It looks it.)
Language was invented and is constantly reinvented by children, fer Chrissake, which is as it ought to be. Mr. Gentel notwithstanding...
Well, so I see!!! Grumbles about British imperialism.
