If it is possible for language, mere words, to nurture happiness, to tickle the creative soul of an entire people, then surely that language is Icelandic. Icelanders love their language. Love it even more than they love their country, which is saying something. For Icelanders, language is the tabernacle of the culture. That’s what one person here told me. In any other country, I’d dismiss such a statement as nationalistic hyperbole. I might even laugh. Not in Iceland.
