Linguicide. It sounds sinister, and it is. I suppose. Who would purposely engage in the attempted murder of a language? The very same people who would engage in infanticide or pescacide.
If a person's character permits him (or her) to intentionally murder a living language, then his (or her) character will most certainly permit him to intentionally take the life of an innocent fish, a speckled trout commonly found in the salt waters off the coast of Texas. It's that sort of duality that frightens me and makes me cringe when forced to engage in chit-chat with people I believe to be, or who I believe have the capacity to be, serial killers.
It takes a certain kind of psychologist to understand and attempt to treat linguicidites and pescacidites. And that special kind of psychologist is known as either a linguipsychologist or a pescapsychologist. Look it up in any dictionary of my choice!
I learned these things, and many more numbingly fascinating facts, by having a lengthy internal conversation in Latin with a paracatholic nun named Deliciosa Drinkwater. Deliciosa is James Kneeblood's most recent double delicious illicit paramour. You may remember James, with whom I conversed here on this blog long, long ago.
Let me go give that some thought.
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