



I'm reading a cranky little book called Literally the Best Language Book Ever, by a self-appointed language cop named Paul Yeager.* I wish I could say I am enjoying it, but while I agree with many of Yeager's assertions (and find myself continually guilty of transgressions both public and private), I nonetheless regard him as just too much of a prescriptivist for my tastes. He is also flat-out wrong about some of his language peeves. Yeager is no Safire.<< MORE >>
