Moody's example reminds me of the difficulties I often encountered when in French bakeries, trying to buy bread. It seemed to me as if there were always several shapes and styles, each with their own particular and regional names which somehow appeared never to be the same between bakeries.
Perhaps De Gaulle was right about governing a country with 246 kinds of cheese and the bread naming was a cunning scheme to resist overarching government power.
In a desperate self-plugging segue, the original topic of mothers of spanking models is addressed in my short parody poem Mary Lynn which readers might appreciate. |