authentic, –ick, –yck, -icism, -icist, –icity, –icator (GanS 4)

(Cornicé: authentygion).
It, and its supporters, are also known by the Righteous variously as Tudor/mock-Tudor/neo-Tudor Cornish, mediaeval C., Heidegger-Mobutu Puritan scholars, anti-Cornish furrin bigots inhabiting Ivory-tower refectories. It is known by its aficionados variously as Unified Cornish, Unified Cornish Revised and Late Cornish Revised: UC, UCR, LCR.

These deluded souls fancy that, just because historically attested Cornish looks and sounds beautiful, and was good enough for our fore-fathers and -mothers, it's also good enough for us today. They also fondly imagine that Cornish speakers in the 21st Century might want to be able to read the language used in all those boring, fusty old books like Miracle Plays and the Bible! Why, they only have ONE novel in their depraved lingo! [sic! Ed.] (see 'Kernowek Kemyn', if you know what's good for you!)


Kernowek Kemyn ®, KK, KAK ( GanS 4)

Also widely known by its aficionados as Cornish, Modern Cornish, Phonemic Cornish, Kenewek, Djordjek, Cornish for the 21st Century, the SWF or Single Standard Written Form (q.v.), the Cornish Fit for Any Purpose, Invented Cornish, The Real Cornish that's Actually Much More Beautiful Than Its Creator's Hideous Dictionary, Cornic, Kernewek Esperantek, ramshackle idiolect, jerry-built pidgin, Cornish Fit For Dummies, etc.

This form of the Cornish language simply makes all other forms redundant. Case Closed! QED! Allegations that it is ugly, flawed, in decline, inconsistent despite its insistence on consistency, founded on one man's deluded (and derided, discredited, disproven) scholarship are utterly false! We shall keep a sternly dismissive visage towards the vile canards that KK swept to power in a Putsch at the Truro bierkeller in 1987, by means of a rigged meeting, lies and threats. 'Day of the Forked Tongues', indeed?! Ha!

But if we can get our hands on the allegators (or them canards!) we gonna show them the error of their ways!
Gnarly style! Grando tiempo!

Byth an knavys, kepar ha den
Yntra ky ha golowbren!

[Whew! Boy! Am I glad the name (and/or sex) on me birth certificate don't quite match me nom de guerre, ah... plume! I too might be hounded out of Cornwall, with hate mail, overturned dustbins and anonyomous threatening phone calls 'ar hyd y nos'! Ed.]