C is a chameleon. Hard and sharp as a knife’s edge one moment, (think cutthroat), soft and smooth as silk the next (i.e. chivalrous ). C is capable of effortlessly changing in and out of character. It’s that silent fly on the wall of a sentence that the reader is scarcely conscious of, only to contort itself into the center of attention in an adjacent grammatical construction. C is capricious that way. It’s captivating to watch this consonant convert into all manner of characters, become accustomed to and comfortable with seemingly foreign customs and dialects. C is cosmopolitan, a certified citizen of the world of words.