Are we now safe to boldly go where we weren’t allowed to before? Glossophilia tackles the dastardly split infinitive: here’s most of what you hoped possibly to know — or hoped to possibly know — about grammar’s favorite villain.
Lord Byron’s poem Solitude, written in the early 19th century, opens with these lines:
“To sit on rocks, to muse o’er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest’s shady scene” Continue reading