Then what’s all the “save the whales” stuff about? We should finish them off and get much cooler and smarter fish!! 
(instead of these lumps that can’t seem to stop beaching themselves! tss.. whales… 
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They have a secret love somewhere on the dry land. But the merwitch cheated on them and gave them false potions.
Well Dear Folks I just wiped out a long message somehow. I’ll have to compose myself and get back to you all.
mingshey, though, you are right! My mother is fluent in Icelandic (virtually the same as Old Norse). Her mother (my Amma) came to Canada at 19 and her husband (my Afi) was first generation Canadian. Mom speaks like a northern Icelander (purer) as opposed to someone from Reykjavík [RRRAYK-YAH- VEEK] That’s a French or Austrian type ‘R’. It means “Smokey Bay” from the hot springs.
A cousin-in-law who grew up both in Iceland and the Faroe Islands says though they both look almost the same in print as Old Norse, (northern) Icelandic is closest to the original in pronunciation. (Reconstructing from the Eddas and other sources.) Old Norse is also the root of two types of Norwegian, Swedich, and Danish: the Northern Germanic Group. JRR Tolkien was a friend and colleague of CS Lewis. Between the two of them, they were experts at Old Norse and Anglo-Saxon. When these two groups mingled in Great Britain, the grammar simplified into the pidgin language of early Old English.
mingshey: How do you know about the Eddas? I have a mercenary and traitorous ancestor who was a great poet as well . (Egil of ‘Egil’s Saga’ - The ‘g’ is as in Spanish, at least Mexican Spanish, if you know that sound.)
Well, I better go before I erase this too.
What’s your cute little baby’s name?
David K. (Snorrithor)
I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journeywork of the stars,
And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren,
And the tree-toad is a chef-d’ouvre for the highest,
And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven,
And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery,
And the cow crunching with depressed head surpasses any statue,
And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels,
And I could come every afternoon of my life to look at the farmer’s girl boiling her
iron tea-kettle and baking shortcake.
I find I incorporate gneiss and coal and long-threaded moss and fruits and grains and
esculent roots,
And am stucco’d with quadrupeds and birds all over,
And have distanced what is behind me for good reasons,
And call any thing close again when I desire it.
From ‘Song of Myself’ in “Leaves of Grass” (1855 Ed., 1st) p. 34 of 95 by Walt Whitman
(America’s greatest poet, along with Emily Dickinson.)
I’d better ask “who doesn’t know about Edda?” 
It’s in fatasy games, and in these days books on myths and legends of almost all over the world are published. And once you look close at the Norse myth, you come across with the name Snorri. And Thor got his name in “Thursday”. etc. etc.
I named my daughter “Nau(Nah-wu)” after Nausicaa of the white arms in Odyssey, or after Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind by Hayao, which is in turn, again, after Odyssey. I wanted her to grow strong in heart.
(Edit: Now she’s my ambassador who helps me getting friends in textkit . 
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Great to know one from Icelandic heritage. Iceland is still very mythical, because it’s on top of the oceanic mountains, which is, in the epic language, gap ginnunga.