It was as comfortable an afternoon as Arsène Wenger could have wished for in a situation that can be tricky in between internationals and the upcoming Champions League.

The split was between two groups. The first was composed of people interested in quietly developing and discussing the languages they crafted for science-fictional worlds, what-if-a-language-did-this playfulness, or Tolkienesque fun (the true conlangers).

… we often fail to make sufficient allowance for the changes in standards brought about by the effluxion of time.

Once e-money is accepted as universally as greenbacks, don't be surprised if a disheveled man on the street steps up to you and says, Brother, can you spare a little stored value?