Vis-a-vis nobody specific and nothing at all, I had a flashback on waking this morning to a little me sitting in a church or sometimes village hall in childhood, sucking sweeties (so many for a penny or two, Black Jacks and Fruit Salads) to get through an hour of face scrubbed, in my best shorts and Aertex shirt, Sunday School. Then it hit me, a story that that nice, kindly, devout spinster, Miss So and So, told us one day, the story of The Tower of Barbel, I think it was - it wasn't, after checking, it was this:
Tower of Babel - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia - and how so much conflicting collective bolli was spoken in one man-made towering construct at the same time in so many tongues before its utterers spread all over the earth (and, latterly, most riverbanks).
I really must stop having these flashbacks.