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"so I can help but think..."


This is one of those wierd Americanisms yes? It doesn't make sense.


The long version is "I cannot help myself from thinking.." in the sense that you can't prevent yourself. 'I can help...' means that you CAN prevent yourself, so it's just silly.


It's like 'I could care less...' about something. Well, if you could care less about something, then you're actually saying it's important. The reasonable version is 'I could NOT care less..', meaning it's trivial.


It's just lazy thinking, and lazy language. Yanks eh?

I have a problem with weird. I also can't say pusillanimity. Try it.


It was used to describe Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy.


Whilst I don't hold with teaching Victorian chicklit to teenagers in general, that book was a particular shitter that should never have graced our existence. Everyone in it was rubbish.

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