See, m'dear, although I am quite capable of saying, "May I suggest you borrow a leaf from their manuscript?", or "Why not emulate their example, fair ladye?", I appreciate the richness of the language as much as you do, and I include in that inventory the slangy but quite realistic words that are disdained by propriety, such as "ain't" and "doncha".

These contractions, improper as they are, reflect the earthy, energetic grassroots of people who have striven against significant odds to define their own lives, nourish their own thoughts, defend their own point of view, and have done so, often, without the benefits of formal education. They are zesty, randy, light-living and life-loving furnaces of creative, rebellious, independent, irreverent and humorous thought and I cherish them and their style as much as I do Aquinas, Shaw, Rimbaud, Rilke, Woody Guthrie and Mark Twain. The latter, by the way, is the one who said that the difference between the RIGHT word and the almost right is the difference between the lightning and the lightning bug.

And sometimes "doncha" is the right word, by Yiminy!!

Regards,

Amos