(I thought some of you might like to read this, if you haven't already.)

Politics and the English Language
by George Orwell (May 1945)

Most people who bother with the matter at all would admit that the English language is in a bad way, but it is generally assumed that we cannot by conscious action do anything about it. Our civilization is decadent and 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 growth and not an instrument which we shape for our own purposes.

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As much as I've loved his works, the amount of times he droned on about newspeak in 1984 was some of the more boring shit I have ever read.

The language is broken. Who cares.

Anyway, I might give it a read, but I probably won't like it.

To be honest, so long as I can still express everything I want, I care very little for the state of the language. I have yet to run into any serious problem that could not be properly explained with the right use of adjectives and a little creative suffixing.

You're doing what with the what now?