English did not just borrow words from other languages; it was stuffed to the brim with foreign influences, a Frankenstein vernacular. And Robin found it incredible, how this country, whose citizens prided themselves so much on being better than the rest of the world, could not make it through an afternoon tea without borrowed goods.
I really like the idea of “Frankenstein vernacular” a patchwork of influence to create whatever is used in any present moment. What would it be like if they were instead grateful of such a history instead of disregarding external influences?
