cracher par terre
ridiculous french schoolyard sign reads: “no spitting on the floor or speaking breton.” because, you know, as indicators of your barbarous habits go, speaking the noble language of your elite 10th century forefathers is more or less on par with blowing snot rockets onto your school’s marble floor and using pencil nubs to dredge the waxy seepage of your inner ear.
more about the systematic attempt to eradicate the breton language here (including a quote from sociologist fañch elegoët which i deemed too depressing to excerpt on the ragbag on a monday morning).
