The reading discourse community of which I am a member is atypical in the sense that it consist of early 19th century and late 18th century literature. I take great delight in reading books from authors of the aforementioned times for a fair amount of reasons: their elegant style of writing, as well as their expressive nature when conveying matters. If ever faced with the choice of either reading a contemporary book or a book from the late 17th century, I would summarily select the latter. It really is the damnedest thing: A child of the early 2000s that has an affinity for 200 year old literature. Nevertheless, it is a discourse community of which I am a member; though, it does, however, lack a formal title.
And then there’s the more idiomatic
And then there’s the more idiomatic