As I read this story I thought of how confused I had felt when I was younger. Until I was 8 years old I didn't eat finger sandwiches. My mom would make them for parties and I would stay as far away as possible from the kitchen while hiding my fingers. As I watched people eat them I felt disgusted. I would think to myself, "Who eats fingers?" Homophones confused me more than anything. Not knowing exactly what they were when I was five or six I quickly became confused. I would read letters that began with "Dear, Ashna," and would feel offended. Why are they calling me a deer? Im not a deer! My mom would have to explain to me that "deer" and "dear" had completely different meanings. I understand completely why the author chose writing over architecture. The english language is so complex and so meaningful. There is never one definite answer like there is in math. Brendan Gill seemed to like that even though it may be confusing at first, words could be used in many different contexts. His tone seemed to display excitement and amusement! This story really spoke to me because I understood exactly what he meant about words.