They anheale […] for the fruit of our convocation.

The clouds promise rain.

Nomenclaturism—the notion that words are essentially names—has thus had a long history; surreptitiously it still pervades much of the discourse about the nature of translation between languages, which have words that ‘name’ different things, or that name the same thing in different ways.

[…] your nails are well manicured—say, girls, it’s galluptious—don’t ever let it get by you.