Introducing Myself

My name is Quentin S. Crisp and I am a writer of fiction, essays, and even poetry. I am, rather tentatively, starting a new blog: this one. 


The concept is fairly simple: I will analyse samples of language that interest me for various reasons, etymological, grammatical, social, philosophical, semantic, and so on. 


I've worked for some years as a proofreader and editor and I am a naturally slow reader, so I tend to home in on linguistic details. Some people can find this tendency pedantic, but on this blog I intend to treat it as and make of it a virtue. 


The English language has been, for many decades now, neglected and abused. I hope to do something, at least, however modest and ultimately futile, to resist that general trend. I am also very interested in the relationship between language and thought. 


My published works are listed here. 


If you would like to support me, my Patreon account is here.

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