I am reading Sigmund Freud’s Wit and Its Relation to the Unconscious. And the first literary example Freud uses, which was popular at the time of his research, is an extract from Heinrich Heine’s Reisebilder. In this extract, Hirsch-Hyacinth, the Hamburg lottery agent and curer of corns, tells Heine about his acquaintance with the rich Baron Rotschild: “And as true as I pray that the Lord may grant me all good things I sat next to Solomon Rotschild, who treated me just as if I were his equal, quite famillionaire“.
The title of this post is a faint attempt to take a mickey out of a typo I saw recently as I was walking past Habitat shop in Manchester. As you know, I’ve recently noticed a lot of curious typos and coincidences in the use of language. It happens both in the English and Russian languages, and I genuinely cannot help it. But this is the proof that I am good with words, after all.
