Hate is such a strong word that I hate to use it unless I’m talking about my complete and utter lack of understanding of how magnets work. If for some unknown, sick reason, I want to read something by Dan Brown, I might go to the Google and type in something like “the cat was sad” and the search engine is clever enough to know that the mighty Dan Brown has written those mammoth words of epic proportion. So clever is the Google, that you can come back at a later date, type in the first of those words again and it will remember and serve Dan Brown’s prophetic understanding of the emotions of the cat. I have an imaginary niece who is five years into life and I’m not saying that she’s a better writer than Dan Brown, just because she’s my imaginary niece but she is, as the Google clearly shows:
Ah, but can she write that in Hebrew? Google seems to expect that, for some reason.
Ah she’s great at the old Hebrew. It’s her seventh language!
I have heard that it’s the imaginary nieces who are the best writers in the whole wide world. Just telling you what I heard from Discovery Channel. They know everything!
I have heard that imaginary nieces run the Discovery Channel!