As a professional editor, I am naturally chary of linguistic carelessness and liberties taken. For example, I would not support Mr. Stolyarov’s new orthography.
Strangely, I am now reminded of what are apparently the original lyrics to a famous song:
Greenfleeves
Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To caft me off difcourteoufly.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company.
Greenfleeves was all my joy,
Greenfleeves was my delight.
Greenfleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my lady Greenfleeves.
(Edited by Rodney Rawlings on 8/24, 6:01pm)
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