It was like going fishing, losing a ling cod and the hook, line, and sinker from all that ‘seaweed’ to untangle. Floundered, and equally flattened to detect.
Sentenced to label the subject. It felt a bit like being a red snapper caught. Oh, the anguish of language, figuring out the direct object. As all those wonderful subjects we minnows we were taught. Some of us objected being told that a subject can also be a noun. Predicated by all these different and changing terms, one pondered perhaps the purpose of all this and tempted perhaps to...object.
All this in the good old inkwell days, before ESL, trying to figure out that new language called English in whatever city, village and town.