Session on December 5
The lecture's topic was morphology and word formation.
Homework
Define
- morpheme
- lexical morpheme
- grammatical morpheme
- stem
- derived stem / compound stem
What is the difference between
- inflection and word formation?
- derivation and compounding (and other forms of word formation)?
Collect 5 longish words and
- divide them into morphemes
- show construction of a word from their stems as tree diagrammes
The answers to these questions are here
"Jabberwocky" by Lewis Carroll as an example for word creation
original
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
German translation (found on Wikipedia)
Verdaustig war's und glasse Wieben
rotterten gorkicht im Gemank;
Gar elump war der Pluckerwank,
Und die gabben Schweisel frieben.
»Hab acht vorm Zipferlak, mein Kind!
Sein Maul ist beiß, sein Griff ist bohr!
Vorm Fliegelflagel sieh dich vor,
Dem mampfen Schnatterrind!«
Er zückt' sein scharfbefifftes Schwert,
Den Feind zu futzen ohne Saum;
Und lehnt' sich an den Dudelbaum,
Und stand da lang in sich gekehrt.
In sich gekeimt, so stand er hier,
Da kam verschnoff der Zipferlak
Mit Flammenlefze angewackt
Und gurgt in seiner Gier!
Mit eins! Mit zwei! und bis aufs Bein!
Die biffe Klinge ritscheropf!
Trennt er vom Hals den toten Kopf,
Und wichernd springt er heim.
»Vom Zipferlak hast uns befreit?
Komm an mein Herz, aromer Sohn!
O blumer Tag! O schlusse Fron!«
So kröpfte er vor Freud.
Verdaustig war's und glasse Wieben
rotterten gorkicht im Gemank;
Gar elump war der Pluckerwank,
Und die gabben Schweisel frieben.
