A Linguistic Puzzle Indeed


I'm just this guy, you know?

To expand on that, I am also the following...

- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)

- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch

- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes

- Always too hard on myself

"Kalovay, Kalovay..." Brad muttered to himself over and over as if it was an activity that would help the process of decoding the language.

He had mastered many dead languages in graduate school. It was something of a specialty of his, but he was never the one at the forefront of figuring out all the phonology, grammar and morphology. Someone else had always done that part for him and all he had to do was learn the words, the declension and the conjugation. To him, that had always been the "easy" part and came to him as second nature.

This was a much different beast. He had to reconstruct a language that had died with that elderly man last year. It had been spoken by so few people in just a very specific region for many years and hints as to the meat of the language were long gone now or never documented in the first place.

Kalovay was an anomaly. A language isolate. Something completely unto itself and not of any languages neighboring it.

It was a puzzle indeed and Brad didn't know if he could solve it.

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Jim Stitzel

Jim Stitzel

It's amazing how many such languages and dialects exist in the world -- and one has to wonder how many have died out over the years.

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