Orson Scott Card, Magic Street
"Issib wasn't thrilled to see him. I'm busy and don't need interruptions." "This is the household library," said Nafai. "This is where we always come to do research." "See? You're interrupting already." "Look, I didn't say anything, I just came in here, and you started picking at me the second I walked in the door." "I was hoping you'd walk back out." "I can't. Mother sent me here." Nafai walked over behind Issib, who was floating comfortably in the air in front of his computer display. It was layered thirty pages deep, but each page had only a few words on it, so he could see almost everything at once. Like a game of solitaire, in which Issib was simply moving fragments from place to place. The fragments were all words in weird languages. The ones Nafai recognized were very old. "What language is that" Nafai asked pointing, to one. Issib signed. "I'm so glad you're not interrupting me." "What is it, some ancient form of Vijati" "Very good. It's Slucajan, which came from Obilazati, the original form of Vijati. It's dead now." "I read Vijati, you know." "I don't." "Oh, so you're specializing in ancient, obscure languages that nobody speaks anymore, including you" "I'm not learning these languages, I'm researching lost words." "If the whole language is dead, then all the words are lost." "Words that used to have meanings, but that died out or survived only in idiomatic expressions. Like 'dancing bear.' What's a bear, do you know" "I don't know. I always thought it was some kind of graceful bird." "Wrong. It's an ancient mammal. Known only on Earth, I think, and not brought here. Or it died out soon. It was bigger than a man, very powerful. A predator." "And it danced" "The expression used to mean something absurdly clumsy. Like a dog walking on its hind legs." "And now it means the opposite. That's weird. How could it change" "Because there aren't any bears. THe meaning used to be obvious, because everybody knew a bear and how clumsy it would look, dancing. But when the bears were gone, the meaning could go anywhere. Now we use it for a person who's extremely deft in getting out of an embarrassing social situation. It's the only case that we use the word bear anymore. And you see a lot of people misspelling it, too." "Great stuff. You doing a linguistics project" "No." "What's this for, then" "Me." "Just collection old idioms" "Lost words." "Like bear? The word isn't lost, Issya. It's the bears that are gone." "Very good, Nyef. You get full credit for the assignment. Go away now."
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"Issib wasn't thrilled to see him. I'm busy and don't need interruptions." "This is the household library," said Nafai. "This is where we always come to do research." "See? You're interrupting already." "Look, I didn't say anything, I just came in here, and you started picking at me the second I walked in the door." "I was hoping you'd walk back out." "I can't. Mother sent me here." Nafai walked over behind Issib, who was floating comfortably in the air in front of his computer display. It was layered thirty pages deep, but each page had only a few words on it, so he could see almost everything at once. Like a game of solitaire, in which Issib was simply moving fragments from place to place. The fragments were all words in weird languages. The ones Nafai recognized were very old. "What language is that" Nafai asked pointing, to one. Issib signed. "I'm so glad you're not interrupting me." "What is it, some ancient form of Vijati" "Very good. It's Slucajan, which came from Obilazati, the original form of Vijati. It's dead now." "I read Vijati, you know." "I don't." "Oh, so you're specializing in ancient, obscure languages that nobody speaks anymore, including you" "I'm not learning these languages, I'm researching lost words." "If the whole language is dead, then all the words are lost." "Words that used to have meanings, but that died out or survived only in idiomatic expressions. Like 'dancing bear.' What's a bear, do you know" "I don't know. I always thought it was some kind of graceful bird." "Wrong. It's an ancient mammal. Known only on Earth, I think, and not brought here. Or it died out soon. It was bigger than a man, very powerful. A predator." "And it danced" "The expression used to mean something absurdly clumsy. Like a dog walking on its hind legs." "And now it means the opposite. That's weird. How could it change" "Because there aren't any bears. THe meaning used to be obvious, because everybody knew a bear and how clumsy it would look, dancing. But when the bears were gone, the meaning could go anywhere. Now we use it for a person who's extremely deft in getting out of an embarrassing social situation. It's the only case that we use the word bear anymore. And you see a lot of people misspelling it, too." "Great stuff. You doing a linguistics project" "No." "What's this for, then" "Me." "Just collection old idioms" "Lost words." "Like bear? The word isn't lost, Issya. It's the bears that are gone." "Very good, Nyef. You get full credit for the assignment. Go away now."
"لم يكن إصيب مسرورًا برؤيته. "أنا مشغول ولا أحتاج إلى مقاطعات." "هذه مكتبة الأسرة،" قال نافاي. "هنا نأتي دائمًا للبحث." "أترى؟ أنت تقاطع بالفعل." "انظر، لم أقل شيئًا، لقد دخلت للتو إلى هنا، وبدأت تلومني بمجرد أن وطأت قدماي الباب." "كنت آمل أن تعود أدراجك." "لا أستطيع. أمي أرسلتني إلى هنا." سار نافاي خلف إصيب، الذي كان يطفو براحة في الهواء أمام شاشة حاسوبه. كانت الشاشة متعددة الطبقات بعمق ثلاثين صفحة، لكن كل صفحة لم يكن عليها سوى بضع كلمات، لذا كان بإمكانه رؤية كل شيء تقريبًا في آن واحد. كأنها لعبة سوليتير، كان إصيب فيها ببساطة ينقل أجزاء من مكان إلى آخر. كانت الأجزاء كلها كلمات بلغات غريبة. وتلك التي تعرف عليها نافاي كانت قديمة جدًا. "ما هذه اللغة؟" سأل نافاي مشيرًا إلى إحداها. تنهد إصيب. "أنا سعيد جدًا لأنك لا تقاطعني." "ما هي، شكل قديم من الفيجاتي؟" "جيد جدًا. إنها سلوكاجان، التي جاءت من أوبيلازاتي، الشكل الأصلي للفيجاتي. إنها ميتة الآن." "أنا أقرأ الفيجاتي، كما تعلم." "أنا لا أفعل." "أوه، إذن أنت متخصص في اللغات القديمة الغامضة التي لم يعد أحد يتحدثها، بما في ذلك أنت؟" "أنا لا أتعلم هذه اللغات، أنا أبحث عن كلمات مفقودة." "إذا كانت اللغة بأكملها ميتة، فكل الكلمات مفقودة." "كلمات كانت لها معانٍ، لكنها اندثرت أو بقيت فقط في تعابير اصطلاحية. مثل 'الدب الراقص'. ما هو الدب، هل تعرف؟" "لا أعرف. لطالما اعتقدت أنه نوع من الطيور الرشيقة." "خطأ. إنه حيوان ثديي قديم. معروف فقط على الأرض، على ما أعتقد، ولم يُجلب إلى هنا. أو أنه انقرض سريعًا. كان أكبر من الرجل، وقويًا جدًا. مفترس." "وهل كان يرقص؟" "كان التعبير يعني شيئًا غريب الأطوار بشكل سخيف. مثل كلب يمشي على ساقيه الخلفيتين." "والآن يعني العكس. هذا غريب. كيف يمكن أن يتغير؟" "لأنه لا توجد دببة. كان المعنى واضحًا، لأن الجميع كانوا يعرفون الدب وكيف سيبدو أخرق وهو يرقص. ولكن عندما اختفت الدببة، يمكن للمعنى أن يذهب إلى أي مكان. الآن نستخدمه لشخص بارع للغاية في الخروج من موقف اجتماعي محرج. إنها الحالة الوحيدة التي نستخدم فيها كلمة دب بعد الآن. وترى الكثير من الناس يخطئون في تهجئتها أيضًا." "أشياء رائعة. هل تقوم بمشروع لغوي؟" "لا." "إذن ما هذا لأجله؟" "لي." "مجرد جمع تعابير قديمة؟" "كلمات مفقودة." "مثل دب؟ الكلمة ليست مفقودة، إيسيا. الدببة هي التي اختفت." "جيد جدًا، نايف. تحصل على العلامة الكاملة للمهمة. اذهب الآن."
Orson Scott Card, Magic Street
"When you have faith in something a lot of other people believe then you a member of the church" said Ceas, "When you have faith in something nobody believes, then you a complete wacko"
Orson Scott Card, Magic Street
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