What appears to be wear and tear in the synchronic view of language, in diachrony is the immortality of language, just as History teaches us – and the relevant science, linguistics, simply records this.

Let us look at the language that often escapes rules, norms, and regulations, that passes by all the prophets, all the self-proclaimed saviors of it – not to mention that it even turns its back on them – next to us ourselves.

Let us see the language in its games and acrobatics, in its exciting journey through the centuries, through its fascinating encounters with other peoples and other languages, the language that is as much the same as it is even more different, yet always one, ready to achieve greatness in the hands of Homer, Aeschylus, the Syrian Romanos, the Italian-raised Solomos, Odysseas Elytis.

At the very moment it can groan and moan in the mouth of an illiterate journalist, a bureaucrat woodcutter, a demagogue politician.

It is the same language. "Each" as Renan says through the mouth of Roidis "cuts into the common fabric of language a garment proportionate to its stature."