Gut vindiziert, orecchino!
Hallo, Angelika!
„Augusta Treverorum = Trier, Augusta Vindelicorum = Augsburg“
Walde-Hofmann schreibt: „vindico…“ = „nehme gerichtlich in Anspruch,…“ und „vindicta“ = Gewaltansagung (klar: "dico anch´io qualque volta). Und das meist mit Likorum. Nascha, ich nichmehr, aber man mussich nur umkuken.
römische Altäre waren in der Tat Brandopferaltäre,
(sind soweit ich weiß, Altäre ursprünglich alle, kuk dochma in mein „Feurio“-posting in Philo rein, bitte!):in sofern könnte man daran denken. Ich habe hier leider kein etymologisches Lexikon (deshalb mein Zittieren!), deshalb kann ich Dir nicht sagen, ob es stimmt.
Tscha, wir sehen ja täglich wie Arabella sich opfert…
DANN könnten ja aus „Augustus“ doch noch irgendwie die Ochsen
zum Vorschein kommen, „theoretisch“.
Hätten wir wenigstens auch unser „Oxford“
eher nein. Ich fürchte, das ox in Oxford kommt aus dem alten
Englischen oder Angelsächsischen. (keine Angst, Äindschi!) Und ox heißt wirklich Ochse.
Ich kricht mal von inrgwoher (kannste auch nettich runterladen irngwo:The English Lesson
Anonymous
We’ll begin with box, and the plural is boxes;
But the plural of ox should be oxen, not oxes. !!!
Then one fowl is goose, but two are called geese
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a whole lot of mice,
But the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
When couldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
The cow in the plural may be cows or kine,
But the plural of vow is vows, not vine.
And I speak of a foot, and you show me your feet,
But I give a boot - would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?
If the singular is this and plural is these,
Why shouldn’t the plural of kiss be nicknamed kese?
Then one may be that, and three may be those,
Yet the plural of hat would never be hose;
We speak of a brother, and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
The masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine she, shis, and shim!
So our English, I think you will all agree,
Is the trickiest language you ever did see.
I take it you already know
Of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you
On hiccough, thorough, slough, and through?
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps
To learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word
That looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead; it’s said like bed, not bead;
For goodness sake, don’t call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat,
(they rhyme with suite and straight and debt).
A moth is not a moth in mother.
Nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there.
And dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there’s dose and rose and lose –
Just look them up – and goose and choose.
And cork and work and card and ward,
And font and front and word and sword.
And do and go, then thwart and cart.
Come, come, I’ve hardly made a start.
A dreadful language? Why, man alive,
I’d learned to talk it when I was five.
And yet to write it, the more I tried,
I hadn’t learned it at fifty-five!
Städtenamen dieser Sorte nennen sich oft nach der Tiefe der zu
durchquerenden Furt: Ochsenfurt am Main - Rindviecher kommen
durch. Schweinfurt - auch für Viecher mit kürzeren Haxen.:
„Rochford“ pour des voitures qui fument trop
Or Stratford (upon Avon!!!), birthplace of William who shakes beer.
„when in disgrace with fortune and men´s eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state…“ ALSO sort of „furt“?
And: should it better be named „Stateford“?
Yours, truly,
B.E. Yond
