A Taste for Accents.

I’m really into accents, you know. They colour the personality far more than most people seem to imagine.

I love the way Australians say ‘no.’

I love the way Slavic women say ‘what do you do?’

I love the way German men say ‘my father was wonderful; he was a wonderful father.’

I love the way French women say ‘why don’t you call her your future ex-girlfriend?’

I love the way refined English women say ‘big boys don’t cry.’

I love the way the Irish say ‘and the top of everything else to you.’

And I love the way young women with New England accents inflect the name Jeffrey.

I’ve heard them all, and I could go on, but why bother?