It's not the same alphabet, and not at all the same as a romance language.

It's a very, very hard language to learn.

They can't ever make it simple.

I'm primarily interested in singing in Gaelic. I thought I'd at least give it a stab.

Public buildings and institutions are overwhelming to immigrants already, without having to figure everything out in a different language.

Then I speak to her in a language she has never heard, I speak to her in Spanish, in the tongue of the long, crepuscular verses of Díaz Casanueva; in that language in which Joaquín Edwards preaches nationalism. My discourse is profound; I speak with eloquence and seduction; my words, more than from me, issue from the warm nights, from the many solitary nights on the Red Sea, and when the tiny dancer puts her arm around my neck, I understand that she understands. Magnificent language!