I sent an email to my eldest daughter a couple of years back, in which I made a short complaint about tweets and such. I treasure the skillful use of words, and fairly despise the notion of everyday correspondence becoming abbreviated to the point of bland and blathered meaninglessness.
In this vein, a tweeted conversation between Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning came to mind . . .
Oh, for clarification, “qm” means the old fashion letter and stamp stuff . . . “Quaint Mail”.
Moving on …
EB: yo bob-u gt my l8tst prtugse snet? I qm’d it wks ago!
RB: ya grl! frshzzl. luvdit. u gt my pyd pypr?
EB: ya. a ltl 2 lng. u shd kp thngz shrtr B. geez.
RB: hmm. u nvr kmpnld b4! (thts wt she sd!) ha ha! get it? thts wt …
RB: E?
EB: WTF???
RB: jst jkng E. geez. mst b yr tym of mnth! HA-
RB: -HA! . . . DMN FON BTNZ!
RB: E?
RB: BB?
RB: KpK8k?
RB: U cnt b srius!
RB: W88888888T!!!! OMG! DDNT MN C WRD! OMG! OMG! OMG!!!!! MNT CANT! HNST! OMG!
RB: GDMN FON!
RB: GDMN TWT!
… ???
RB: W888888888TTTT!!!!! OMG! OMG! OMG!!!!! MNT TWEET!!!!
RB: EEEEEEEEEE?
EB: B . . . u r a dk . . . h8 u . . . drp dd.
