For the few weeks or so I’ve been listening to Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice when I wake up in the morning and before I go to bed at night. It’s a nice way to bookend the day, plus it gives me a chance to catch up on the backlog of audiobooks that I downloaded but never listened to while I was unemployed.
Since I’ve been listening to it my inner-voice has decided to mimic that of Elizabeth Bennet’s. I do a lot of exclaiming and proclaiming and endeavoring. For instance, this morning while sprinting through Supergenius HQ in a hurry to get out the door I said to myself, “I do believe I shall endeavor to wait to water the plants until the evening.”
Thus far today I have endeavored to blog, dine upon my turkey sandwich, etcetera, etcetera. I have yet to let an “I dare say” or a “shall” escape my lips, but I do believe it is only a matter of time. Speaking of which, I think of all time as a fortnight now.
I endeavor to listen to something new tonight in hopes of cleansing my brain and getting back to my regular annoyingself rather than my old-timey British annoyingself
I believe the way you’re hearing it, it’s spelled endeavour. The difference being that the American version of the word is defined as ‘to make an effort’ while the British version is ‘to engage in a purposeful and industrious undertaking’.