Remembering my teenage frustration in reading nineteenth-century fiction that presumed I was fluent in ancient Greek and Latin, I’d urge you to be judicious and thoughtful in dropping swaths of foreign-language material into your text as if (as many writers seem to think) everyone speaks, say, French. Everyone, say, doesn’t.
Yup. I still get mad about this. The damned Brits do it all the time.
