I always thought that my linguistic foibles (using the wrong word at the wrong time but with enough conviction that people think I speak poetically or, perhaps, as elusively as academics are reputed to) were the result of being raised, in English, by native Dutch and German speakers. No. It's genetic. It must be. Winton does the same.
Winton, on any substance or atmospheric temperature that is not tepid: "Hhhhaughtt" [Hot, the only expression for temperature in his vocabulary, no matter how often I suggest "cold" might also be an option].
Winton, on any piece of cutlery: "'Poon!"
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