The Porpoise language has 237 words that mean “happy,” and Molly had actually chosen the one denoting the happiness derived from having one’s belly tickled by seaweed. Ammm doubted that Molly was feeling this particular happiness, but out of politeness used the same word in responding. (from Peter and the Starcatchers by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson)
Wouldn’t it be fantastic to have so many words meaning happy? I mean, it would be hard to keep them all straight, probably, but a culture that develops such an extensive vocabulary to denote various forms of joy has got to be fun to live in.
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