Fake languages: a salutory tale (GanS 8)

The annals of Schloß Kolditz show that the 'bad boys' imprisoned there had one thing high on their minds (after Escape) to stave off boredom: study. One young inmate announced that, as China would surely emerge into prominence after the War, he wanted to learn Chinese. Two of his friends volunteered to share with him their expertise in the language, and 2-on-1 classes started soon after. But, alas, these 'friends' were nought but vile tricksters who had not a word of Chinese between them, but instead taught the poor gull a made-up mish-mash of quasi-oriental sounds. They had not, however, reckoned with the hunger for learning that burned within their young student's breast, and they found themselves having to create faux-Chinese at an ever faster rate (and, of course, to learn it all themselves as well!). After a while, it all became too much for the sly pair, they made their excuses and terminated the classes.

Sadly, the end of the story has not apparently come down to us; we can only imagine in our mind's eye the young Sinophile returning to his Chinese studies after the war, and his reaction when he realised that his 'friends' had duped him so wickedly: his wrath might have been a wonder to behold!

Happily though, we may not have to 'imagine in our mind's eye' for much longer; we may soon see exactly how he would have reacted, and on a much larger scale at that. I wonder what the reactions would be of all those poor dupes (who've been conned by the Kemynistas into learning the faux-Cornish that is Kemyn) were the scales to fall from their eyes. The old saw has it that you can't fool all the people all the time … but, who knows? —time does have a habit of making fools of us all. But even some of KK's own apparatchiki may have seen the writing on the wall; Myngow Vras, eponymous stranger to the truth that he is, has said this of the meetings at Tremough,

"We know the result in advance, an orthography designed by committee that's suppose [sic] to please everyone and will please no-one. Twice I've been to Tremogh, and twice I've been told in advance what I've decided [?]. So I can see how this is going to go."
[CornishOrthography # 2754, 22-11-06]

which sure don't sound as if he likes the prospect of these 'outside experts' scrutinising KK; why on Earth would he be afraid of impartial scrutiny? Even though he does feel the need to peddle his Big Lies "over and over till [he's] blue in the face", we feel inclined to believe his sincerity this time … well, almost. Let's just hope that all that cyanosis that he refers to (and the accompanying anoxia of which a blue face is a symptom) doesn't cause any further demise amongst his remaining leetle grey cells. Goodness knows he can't spare them!