Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.


I Like Words

I would be close to satisfied if just once I could write something as wonderfully delicious as this cover letter from 1934, as heard on NPR's All Things Considered:
Dear Sir,

I like words.

I like fat, buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, gluttonous, toady.

I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, precuneus, valedictory.

I like spurious, black-as-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demimonde.

I like suave V words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve.

I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty.

I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl.

I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land's-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid.

I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon.

I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip.

I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.

I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around. I have just returned and I still like words.
May I have a few with you?

Robert Pirosh
Found first shared here, on a blog that looks worth investigating further.


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