Dead men tell no tales
Its our humanity man
Every loss diminishes us John Donne Yamay not recall but Ive memorised it
No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man/is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine;/if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe/is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as/well as if a Manor of thy friends or of thine/owne were; any mans death diminishes me,/because I am involved in Mankinde; with an E/And therefore never send to know for whom/the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
Any mans languages death diminishes me
Youre not feeling diminished.
No.
Aw Unfortunate you
Tongues are music
https://www.americanacademy.de/berlin-journal/disappearing-tongues/