My friend recently told me that she has been studying French, a language which we both learned in high school. That made me wonder how much of the language I still retain. It didn’t take me long to realize that I remember just enough to be frustrated by it. I was never fluent, and I’ve lost all claim to being conversant. However, I do think I could pull off a rather startling monologue. It would go something like this:
I am American.
Let the good times roll.
I love you, and also croissants.
Do you want to sleep with me tonight?
My God, there’s a dragon in my bed!
To arms, citizens. Form your battalions.
One, two, three, fire!
Magnificent. Let’s go to the library.