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February 25, 2007

How True

Supercilious wordsmiths acquisitive of notoreity for capacious lexicons cogitate upon thesauri, deploying locutions whose signification is superannuated at best and preposterous at worst. An injudicious cupidity for exactitude recoils upon the oblivious dilettante, engendering nebulae of Latinate verbiage uncongenial to the conveyance of rumination. In such connections, a canny scribe should optate in favor of availing himself of colloquial Anglo-Saxon nomenclature.

-- Adam Kotsko

"My profiency with palaver is unparalleled. Scrutinize my incomparable prose if you don't accredit me!"

The ensuing evening his educator ensconces himself at his trestle to assess his august pupil's critique. After he appraises it he thrusts his extremities on his coutenance. He again cognizes that graduands should not be sanctioned to retain Roget's opus because proprietorship of aforementioned reprehensible receptacle of lexical surrogates elicits maximal keening from all preceptors.

"Why!" the mentor declaims at his articulatory apex. "Why must charges importune their prose with exorbitant diction?"

-- Scott Eric Kaufman


Here in the boudoir, the gourmand metamorphosizes into the voluptuary!

-- Homer Simpson

Posted by smclemee at February 25, 2007 7:12 AM


Finally, credit where it's due. That fool boy wolfson wants it all to himself.

Posted by: Scott Eric Kaufman at February 25, 2007 2:18 PM

Kaufman, all class, links to his own comment rather than my post.

Posted by: ben wolfson at February 25, 2007 11:02 PM

Posted by: nnyhav at February 26, 2007 3:09 PM