Bruce scillau eç pie, sgart a bas. "Parcanç so jo amatour de sommet," dis i. "Possibr jo stim eç hautour… jubilatoir, a plaç de sfreyant. E parcanç so jo vray, un poy."

"Parcanç est vos cal ?"

"Vos pogntant apar."

"I don't understand you," he said. "You're sitting next to a socialist terrorist with nothing but six hundred feet of air between you and the water, and...are you flirting with me? Aren't you afraid?"

Bruce swung his feet, looking down. "Maybe I'm an acrophile," he said. "Perhaps I find heights...exhilarating, rather than terrifying. And maybe I am, a little."

"Maybe you're what?"

Me no sabe sur cual me va parla. Ma acel va cambia!

Me sabe ce me no vole parla sola sur Elefen se mesma. Lo es fasil a deveni fisada en acel modo.

Mea nom refere a la fato ce cavias es la plu bon.

Me no ave corente cualce de cavias. Ma me ave un pato 🦆

Me prefere a evita parla asi sur politica. Me sabe ce la mundo arde, ma me vole evade pensa asi sur esta. Nomi esta un refuja de acel.

Hmmm what if we resurrecte Wenedyk and use this language? 🤔

Mółt lube iła lęgwa i pięzu, kód Wenedyk je mółt interesęci!

I really like this language and I think that Wenedyk is very interesting!

Niekód szkoda si szy iła lęgwa dziewniora sie oblita

eudæmony noun /awˌdemoˈni/

well-being, contentment, gladness, happiness, joy

< Ancient Greek εὐδαιμονίᾱ (eudaimoníā) "happiness, well-being", from εὐ- (eu-), “well” +‎ δαίμων (daímōn), “god, destiny” (literally “possessed by a good genius or spirit”) + -ίᾱ (-íā), a suffix making feminine abstract nouns.

Mot for lou poðen noc mell'eudæmony descrir dy ci novel.