pretty, naughty to nice, and meat to passenger, the English language has always been changing and evolving, such as clay does when in the hands of a sculptor. As Orwell states in his essay, our language--so the argument runs--must inevitably share in the general collapse. It follows that any struggle against the abuse of language is a sentimental archaism, like preferring candles to electric light or hansom cabs to aeroplanes. Underneath this lies the half-conscious belief that language is a natural…
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