“Language dreams in metaphors.” ~William Matthews
Excerpt from Hocus Pocus by Kurt Vonnegut, ©1990:
There are no dirty words in this book, except for “hell” and “God,” in case someone is fearing that an innocent child might see 1. The expression I will use here and there for the end of the Vietnam War, for example, will be: “when the excrement hit the air-conditioning.”
Perhaps the only precept taught me by Grandfather Wills that I have honored all my adult life is that profanity and obscenity entitle people who don’t want unpleasant information to close their eyes and ears to you.
I believe that is true.
If your oncologist, for example, said to you, “You have a *#%^! tumor, we’re going to cut that *#%^! right on out of there,” I think you’d ask to see credentials before proceeding.
“I’m humbled, honored, proud.” ~Michelle Obama, at the unveiling of her official portrait (source)
I don’t think she knows what the word “humbled” means.
Of course, the word “literally” now literally means “figuratively,” so maybe the definition of “humbled” changed, too, while I was distracted with other things. Maybe I’m the one using it wrong.
That’s a humbling thought.
This is a pretty esoteric list: words that end with “sm,” excluding ones that end with the suffix “ism.” If you include the ones with that suffix– ageism, sexism, dadaism– the list becomes too unmanageable.
So, with that caveat, I could only come up with three:
“What is it that makes you want to write songs? In a way you want to stretch yourself into other people’s hearts. You want to plant yourself there, or at least get a resonance, where other people become a bigger instrument than the one you’re playing. It becomes almost an obsession to touch other people. To write a song that is remembered and taken to heart is a connection, a touching of bases. A thread that runs through all of us. A stab to the heart. Sometimes I think songwriting is about tightening the heartstrings as much as possible without bringing on a heart attack.” ~Keith Richards, from his autobiography Life, © 2010
The only time people use the word “lest” anymore is on Veteran’s Day and Memorial Day, when they like to say, “Lest we forget.”
It’s a pompous, pretentious word, and I don’t care for it.