I love language, but not in the sharpie wielding kind of way. I love it in the way Stephen Fry describes, playing with it for the thrill, the sound-sex of it, to borrow Stephen Fry's phrase. Alliteration and assonance, verbal barbs, or beautiful words that send thrills down my spine or start tears in my eyes. I love reading and hearing words that remind me what the power of words actually can be, and this video reminded me why poetry and prose alike can hold my attention so completely that I forget, for a while, what the line between reality and fiction looks like.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J7E-aoXLZGY&sns=fb