Eloquence without elocution. It’s a delightful juxtaposition, and a generation of writers, speakers and language lovers are doing it.
Once access to education was solely for the privileged. Multi-syllabic, mellifluous and beautiful words were kept one side of a velvet-roped area the size of Swaziland; all other available language filled the continent of Africa. Those writers and speakers delivered their articulate and sesquipedalian beauty in clipped, received pronunciation accents that we could trust.
Fast forward to today and something superbly democratic has happened with access to the words previously roped off in the exclusive VIP enclave. They’re available to people who pronounce them totally differently, reinvigorating the previously pretentious with a rougher, cooler edge.