“‘Delicatessen’ is a loanword, I think you call them,” said my friend Claus. “You know, words you Americans basically stole from us and use as your own.”

‘Onism’ is ‘the frustration of being stuck in just one body that inhabits only one place at a time, (and) the awareness of how little of the world you’ll experience.’

We answer the burning question bothering us — OK, me — since we were young schoolchildren: ‘Is Y a consonant or a vowel?’