conjure (from conjurare [con*jur*are*a] latin..meaning to band together from an oath; conspire)
Yes, I am that girl..the one that took Latin thinking it would be easier as it isn’t spoken……..Ms. Wright proved that was a fallacy on day one in high school. For a “written language” we sure did have to read a LOT of it out loud!
I endured Latin classes for six years…six LONG years. Four in high school and two in college. Yes, I can read it still…and yes, I can blurt out English word meanings. It is a gift! (yes, cue rolling eyes right there)
On the other hand, I can not, with even a modicum of skill, speak Spanish, French, German or Russian…and I have tried.
I can read a bit of Greek…thanks so much college classes, but I couldn’t carry on a conversation with anyone that speaks it.
This is what happens when a person has a “classical education”.
I can quote poetry from long dead poets, spout Shakespearean quotes…even emote Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address without missing a beat.
But I can’t ask “where’s the bathroom” in any language other than my own.
I would be a wonderful Jeopardy contestant and crash soundly if on Let’s Make A Deal.