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Spanish in 8th grade; Russian in 10th - 12th grades (got through 4 years’ worth by also studying one summer); Russian again briefly in college; German briefly in college; Japanese in college.
Clever, but hard to read.
Okay, now say the antithesis.
Bravo.
A college dorm mate across the hall and I picked up a book on Swahili. We gave it up after 2 weeks because the dorm Grrrls thought we were talking about them, and rightly so…
Sartre.
ETA: make that “Who is Sartre?”
When I see that spelling “grrrl” I can’t help thinking of a girl or woman who is strong-willed, outgoing, impressive, strongly appealing to the opposite sex…the counterpart of “macho,” if you will. You could never forget her, and probably wouldn’t want to. 
[To be sung to the opening music of Mozart’s 40th Symphony–acknowledgment to Josefa Heifetz]
- Give a hand to the band playing Mozart, he wrote music both charming and witty;
C 'est jolie, mon ami, just to quote Sartre, I agree with my friend that it’s pretty. *