DaHjaj Hol 110807 – seven, eight, nine #tlhIngan #tlh

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Hello, and welcome. You’re listening to DaHjaj Hol, your daily dose of Klingon language. I’m your host, Lawrence Schoen.

Once more we visit basic Klingon numbers. Today we’ll cover seven, eight, and nine.

Soch means seven. Capital S, O, CH. Soch.

The word for eight is chorgh. CH, O, R, GH. chorgh. I just like the way that sounds, don’t you?

Finally, the word for nine is Hut. Capital H, U, T. Hut.

Last week I told you about a suffix that you can use to make numbers ordinal. Today, we’ll review the suffix that gives numbers the sense of repetition. That’s –DIch. Capital D, Capital I, CH. You’ll understand how it works as soon as you listen to the first example.

DaHjaj romuluSngan HutDIch vIHoHta’
today I killed my ninth Romulan

jagh DaSuvpa’ HIqlIj chorghDIch DatlhutlhnIS
before you fight the enemy, you need to drink your eighth ale

tagha’ puqloDDaj SochDIch wIghompu’
we finally met his seventh son

Numbers are one of the toughest things to get comfortable with, regardless of what language you’re learning. Sometime though, they will be effortless. It probably won’t happen right away, and it won’t happen with all the numbers at the same time, but sometime you’ll find several of them are just there, their meaning effortlessly present in your mind alongside their English equivalents. When that happens, you’ll have opened up another world. qo’mey poSmoH Hol.


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