Proficient, the twenty-six we inherited from nursery. Overhearing schoolboys on this February train, OMG the logorrhoea! Texters pen silently screens with sound’s component parts. Opposite, the Eaglemont lawyer’s fluent as a flute, her tone living both the spirit and letter of language. Prolific, the twenty-six we inherited from empire. We missed out on Czech hachek haze and lallating Chinese absence of R, settling for English hiss of S, workmanlike A, and E’s elaborate efficiency. Take for granted the contradictory comedies of U, mood swings of J, preciousness of Q, crunch of X. Half the carriage touches off at Flinders Street.