These glyphs translate as “It was a dark and stormy night.”
It reminds me of a long bus ride that I spent sitting next to a hearing-impaired woman. I had learned the American Sign Language alphabet in third grade, but after spending several hours with this woman I figured out the grammar, and was able to generate my own signs based on the rules I had internalized, and she was able to understand me. Of course, if there was ever a word I didn’t understand I would start to spell it and she would provide me with the proper sign, so our ability to communicate didn’t depend solely on what I learned.
Meanwhile, colorless green ideas sleep furiously.