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Re: Sorry, double post it..

My argument actually is not for the first part of the BtN entry: "From a surname meaning "one who dyes" in Old English.", which I am not really familiar with, but for the second part of the entry: "It also coincides with the Latin word dexter meaning "right-handed, skilled", which I know is wrong.
What I am doing is providing actual historical information about the name Dexter in ancient Greek and the very first usage of the name in Greece.
"Until the day that an ancient inscription will be found with the name "Alexandrovski" written on it instead of "Alexander", true Macedonia and true Macedonians will remain Greek, as they always were."

This message was edited 2/19/2006, 7:49 AM

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But you DO know that Dexter does means right-handed and skilled right? Or are you saying that it only comes from ancient Greek and not from Latin?
To my sweet muse
Every time you rip my heart out
Every time you break it
I pick up the pen I hold in my hands
And write the most beautiful poems
But you know what
If it's alright by you
I'd rather be happy than a poet

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I don't understand your question, I think I was very clear... Anyway I am repeating that part: ...It derives from the Greek word "dexiteros", a poetic form of the word "dexios", meaning right-handed, fortunate, skilled. The Latin word "dexter" derives from the Greek "dexiteros".
("A Greek-English Lexicon", Liddell and Scott, "Lexicon of the ancient Greek Language", I. Stamatakos, "Lexicon of the Latin Language", S. KoumanoudesOf course Dexter means "right-handed, fortunate, skilled"!
"Until the day that an ancient inscription will be found with the name "Alexandrovski" written on it instead of "Alexander", true Macedonia and true Macedonians will remain Greek, as they always were."

This message was edited 2/19/2006, 7:58 AM

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sorry, I misunderstood what you meant...
To my sweet muse
Every time you rip my heart out
Every time you break it
I pick up the pen I hold in my hands
And write the most beautiful poems
But you know what
If it's alright by you
I'd rather be happy than a poet

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