"Mind you, the Elizabethans had so many words for the female genitals that it is quite hard to speak a sentence of modern English without inadvertently mentioning at least three of them"
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Pratchett’s joke lands like a polite cough that turns into a spit-take: “Mind you” poses as a gentle aside, then the sentence ambushes you with the idea that English itself is booby-trapped with Elizabethan dirty talk. The wit isn’t just in the punchline about “inadvertently mentioning at least three”; it’s in the implied conspiracy between history and language, where the past won’t stop leering through our supposedly modern diction.
The specific intent is double-edged. On the surface, it’s a nudge-nudge about Renaissance bawdiness and a reminder that Shakespeare’s era was linguistically feral, not the museum-piece “proper English” people like to invoke. Underneath, Pratchett is poking at prudishness and at the way we sanitize cultural heritage: we treat the Elizabethans as high art, then pretend the slang, the body, and the street-level comedy weren’t part of the same ecosystem.
It also slips in a quiet critique of who gets to define “modern English.” If your language is built from layers of metaphor, euphemism, and repurposed old words, purity becomes a fantasy. The line works because it turns etymology into farce: language isn’t a neutral tool; it’s a crowded attic of human impulses, including the sexual ones. Pratchett’s genial cynicism suggests that even when we try to speak cleanly, English remembers its own history better than we do - and it finds that memory hilarious.
The specific intent is double-edged. On the surface, it’s a nudge-nudge about Renaissance bawdiness and a reminder that Shakespeare’s era was linguistically feral, not the museum-piece “proper English” people like to invoke. Underneath, Pratchett is poking at prudishness and at the way we sanitize cultural heritage: we treat the Elizabethans as high art, then pretend the slang, the body, and the street-level comedy weren’t part of the same ecosystem.
It also slips in a quiet critique of who gets to define “modern English.” If your language is built from layers of metaphor, euphemism, and repurposed old words, purity becomes a fantasy. The line works because it turns etymology into farce: language isn’t a neutral tool; it’s a crowded attic of human impulses, including the sexual ones. Pratchett’s genial cynicism suggests that even when we try to speak cleanly, English remembers its own history better than we do - and it finds that memory hilarious.
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