We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Barrister my friend ... You've touched a nerve here with me. When I was young, oh, back around 1946, 'any more' was a two word phrase meaning, as you say, 'no more.' [Like the old song, "I don't want to play in your yard, I don't like you any more"] And anymore was a solecism, non-standard, slang-like usage meaning 'now' or 'currently' which copy editors pretty much scorned.
How things change. Downs and I looked up 'any more' and 'anymore' in recent editions of three American dictionaries--American Heritage, Webster, and dictionary.com, and none of them allowed the version 'any more'. [Sob.] Only the Oxford Universal clings to correctitude and lists the definition as you do, and I do.
Now, I'm sure that someone here is going to object to 'correctitude' but, ladies and gents, it is a real word, and I always use it with 'political' as in 'political correctitude' since it implies deliberate forcing. I just flat hate 'political correctness' since it positively reeks of smug superiority. You know what I mean.
P. S. By the way, Youtube has a wonderful video of Peggy Lee singing "I Don't Want to Play in Your Yard." Very appropriate to today's political pushing and shoving.
All I know is that every day I awake at quarter past 5 in the morning and begin stumbling about looking for my everyday walking shoes. Some mornings I just cannot seem to find them. Where ever did I last place them? No matter, wherever they are I'll track them down.
Sorry barrister, but such usage distinctions are culture and class markers, not rules based on anything solid. I raised my sons with an older-style manner of speech and writing (both use the Oxford/Princeton comma, for example) because it expresses something about my values and background. But it's artificial. It can never be anything more than that. Context defines.
Imagine, for example, visiting a remote tribe and attempting to learn their language. Near the end of your study, you hear about two elderly codgers who speak a little differently, so you interview them as well. They explain to you with some irritation that those damn kids have got it all wrong, that the word is bhuti, not vuti, because it is based on an original root abhu, which is still used in the common word abhunem, but those whippersnappers don't know this. You would know immediately that however correct the old gents were about the history, the pronunciation had changed and moved on, and their pronunciation was archaic, almost obsolete. Just is.
Language changes, and changes, and keeps changing, and the usage of Aunt Sadie's time has no special claim on correctness.
Assistant Village Idiot