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Help[Opinions] Re: Linden
in reply to a message by erb816
I like it for any use. I would associate the name with the sweet tree--and please see the below quotation; and as I am not absolute on spelling conventions, due to diversity of language and alphabetic confluences throughout the world. Even if it were feminine, I find it perfectly appropriate for either gender, even if we did not have a president with a first name with a slight spelling discrepancy, considering the various sonorities which the schwa symbol would encompass. For me, Lynden or Lyndon would be similar variations of the same: as would Lynn / Linn (Lyn / Lin) or Linda / Lynda, and these may also serve as a softer pet or nick names to relax from the rigor of formality.
"...And how "the brave old Linden," stretching like a parasol of twenty ells in radius, overtopping all other rows and clumps, towered up from the central Agora and Campus Martius of the Village, like its Sacred Tree; and how the old men sat talking under its shadow (Gneschen often greedily listening), and the wearied laborers reclined, and the unwearied children sported, and the young men and maidens often danced to flute-music. "Glorious summer twilights," cries Teufelsdrockh, "when the Sun, like a proud Conqueror and Imperial Taskmaster, turned his back, with his gold-purple emblazonry, and all his fireclad bodyguard (of Prismatic Colors); and the tired brickmakers of this clay Earth might steal a little frolic, and those few meek Stars would not tell of them! (Thomas Carlyle)".
"...And how "the brave old Linden," stretching like a parasol of twenty ells in radius, overtopping all other rows and clumps, towered up from the central Agora and Campus Martius of the Village, like its Sacred Tree; and how the old men sat talking under its shadow (Gneschen often greedily listening), and the wearied laborers reclined, and the unwearied children sported, and the young men and maidens often danced to flute-music. "Glorious summer twilights," cries Teufelsdrockh, "when the Sun, like a proud Conqueror and Imperial Taskmaster, turned his back, with his gold-purple emblazonry, and all his fireclad bodyguard (of Prismatic Colors); and the tired brickmakers of this clay Earth might steal a little frolic, and those few meek Stars would not tell of them! (Thomas Carlyle)".
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