"I was taught," Arthur said, drifting from the script, "that to speak this way was to be clear. To be universal."
Arthur had spent forty years defending the ramparts of the long 'A'. To him, RP wasn’t just a dialect; it was a suit of armor. But today, the script felt heavy. He looked down at the guest across from him—a twenty-two-year-old grime artist from East London named Jax, who was currently chewing gum with rhythmic defiance. [S1E5] Received Pronunciation
Arthur looked at the word P-R-O-N-U-N-C-I-A-T-I-O-N typed in 12-point Arial on his sheet. He thought of his father, a coal miner who had paid for elocution lessons so his son wouldn't have to "smell of the earth." "I was taught," Arthur said, drifting from the