Sometimes typos are quite Freudian. The final story in the Oxford Book of Literary Anecdotes is about a geology book that said, when it left the author, "The entire plain is littered with erratic blocks" (that is, stones which were dragged there by glaciers or other forces), but appeared in print as "The entire plain is littered with erotic blacks."

Just now my sister said "There's a lot of black ice on the road between here and St. Cloud" and my sister said "Black guys?"

(For our tropical Hattians: black ice is ice which freezes without bubbles. It is transparent and effectively invisible, and slicker than other ice, and on roads causes lots of auto accidents).

I'd hope you'd at least have a better sense of comma positioning, LH. Did he also think periods should go halfway between the adjacent letters? I guess this explains those weirdos who don't type spaces after their commas.

Oh, I didn't mean I'd put them the same place he did -- just that I'd be obsessive about commas. Viennese commas a century ago were a thing unto themselves.

I'm shocked, if he really did put them exactly half way. I actually don't believe it. That lot knew a few things about graphic design. Karl Kraus was a friend of Adolf Loos and Wittgenstein; those two great designers who would have put him right if he had been blind enough to do it (which I very much doubt).

I put two spaces after a period, even though it's not usual any longer to do so, certainly not on the internet; but it's easier to read, in my opinion (untested, except by me), if everything isn't jammed together.

Just now my sister said ... and my sister said

A roomful of Emersons. Hmm. Is it your whole family who want to confuse us, or is it just you?

Oh well, merry Chrissmass.

At least it wasn't King Lekvar. That could have been sticky.

You can read Ich glaube an den Druckfehlerteufel at corpus1.aac.ac.at/fackel. I don't see how to deep-link, so select Volume 14, then Issue 347-348, then Page 7. At the same time, it'll confirm the conventional positioning of commas.

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Sometimes typos are quite Freudian. The final story in the Oxford Book of Literary Anecdotes is about a geology book that said, when it left the author, "The entire plain is littered with erratic blocks" (that is, stones which were dragged there by glaciers or other forces), but appeared in print as "The entire plain is littered with erotic blacks."

Though, of course, this didn't change the pronunciation (for lots of Americans); the h in Lehár is not silent.

Huh? I don't know of any American dialect where "blocks" and "blacks" are pronounced the same.

Nor erratic and erotic.

That too.

Now if you'd said Seth Efriceh, David, (or Nerthern Erland), or Morningside, where, famously , sex is what coal comes in ...

Oops. Looks like I did some dialect mixture in my head. *shame*

...coupled with the fact that very few Americans seem to be able to remember whether a word is written with o or a when they represent an unstressed vowel. (I've even seen dinasaurs out there.)