I do not like Esperanto. It is like some kind of sterile linguistic ejaculate, lying cold and lifeless on the forearm. It is a still-born testament to mediocrity, betraying the quiet desparation of those who would seek to conquer a language without passion. Esperanto is a cultural fool's gold, a pathetic siren guiding the palsy-spirited to become aetherised with insipid artifices of correctness and sophistication. - James