November 6, 2010

For the love of three oranges …

It turns out you can have a whiter shade of pale, and grass that is greener on the other side.  You can have redder blood than I; tell bluer jokes, and have a blacker heart.  Your face can be pinker, browner, yellower, or even greyer.
But... there's no such word as ‘oranger’.  What crazy system is this?  How can I compare two things, both of which largely reflect light at a wavelength between 585 to 620 nm, but one noticeably more so than the other?  How am I supposed to differentiate between half-hearted and fervent supporters of the Dutch royal family?  What sort of an impoverished tongue is it, in which we cannot point out that both these oranges are orange, but this orange is the oranger orange?  It's an outrage.  I accept, to appreciate the enormity of this situation you may need to be an insomniac. 
You try  to defeat your insomnia by playing word games in your head, such as the one where you build up a word by adding a letter at a time, each time creating a valid word; and to have believed last night that you had smashed your previous record with the sequence 'a, an, ran, rang, range, orange, oranger, orangery'.  Until you checked the dictionary this morning and discovered this OUTRAGEOUS GAP IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

3 comments:

Ms. Edna (squared) said...

My selection of bad flicks to cure Clive’s insomnia (trust me, I have tried this and they works) …

Why Grow Fat Hogs? (1955)
A film showing the advantages of raising lean bacon-type market pigs.

Fire Maidens from Outer Space (1956)
Strong contender for the title of worst movie ever made, with diaphanously clad English gals striking embarrassed poses against cardboard sets. Must be seen to be believed.

Bedevilled (1955)
Absurd high-flown bosh, unsuitably cinemascoped in ugly color, and surprisingly badly handled by old professionals.

La Femme du Boulanger (1938)
Villagers put a stop to the infidelity of the baker’s wife because her husband no longer has the heart to make good bread.

The Deadly Bees (1967)
A pop singer goes on holiday to a remote farm and is menaced by killer bees.

Confessions of a Sex Maniac (1974)
An architect searches for the perfect breast so that he can use it as the design for a new building.

Everything’s Ducky (1961)
Two naval ratings adopt a talking duck.

Oh, and I almost forgot this year’s contender

Eat, Pray, Love (2010)

Anja said...

Does nobody sleep anymore?

frenchtoast said...

wow, this is morphine, not melatonin.