Nov 21 1999
On Language (1999)
Excerpts of letters from the Katie archive.
January 24, 1999
Buono sera. Come sta? Gli spaghetti buono. Per favore, non capisco. Il bambino, Molly molu, dormire bene. [Good evening. How are you. The spaghetti good. Please, I don't understand. The child, Molly, to sleep well.]
That’s it. I can stand it no more. Arrivederci.
Today I vacuumed the living room rug and found not a mouse, but just the tip of the snout, the part with the whiskers on it. [My husband] Ned has a terrible habit of mousing after I have fallen into slumber.
February 21, 1999
I can sound Irish if I just say ‘t’is’ alot. T’is a fine day we’re having. T’is a massive rear end that you have, lassie. T’is with love I must go now. —Kat’is
