“ an alphabet of twenty-six unexpressive, ugly, crude letters, suitable only for peasants and artisans… had produced poems and plays that left white-hot trails across the soul.” -Terry Pratchett. Who I would consider one of the great writers of English. Sadly, also passed away not too long ago. But he does have a point. It’s not the language as much as the trails left on the soul that are important. Even if the next great writers were to write in text message speech, it would be my failing for not recognizing the beauty, not their failing of not reaching for greatness.