Richard Sheridan's comedy The Rivals is not widely staged today, but I know, as a writer of a weekly column on the use and abuse of the English language, Mrs. Malaprop lives on. Her giddy ghost sits on a filing cabinet in my office, where she presides over a thousand exhibits of howlers, boners, gaffes, and myriad felonies and misdemeanors committed upon the English language. Here is the sort of thing her blessed shade inspires. Furniture dealers sell "French prevential" beds, sofas by "Duncan Fife," and "naughty pine." An Ohio rescue squad had to find a "wench to lift a tractor" off an injured farm worker.
Do writers in foreign languages have the same problems we have in English? Are things growing worse, as public education slackens? Perhaps it is best to listen to Mrs. M., just before the curtain falls: "No delusions to the past!" With all its perils and pitfalls, English remains the loveliest language of them all. We ought to use it lovingly.