{"id":1259,"date":"2010-03-31T05:56:33","date_gmt":"2010-03-31T09:56:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/sj\/a-matter-of-antics\/"},"modified":"2010-03-31T06:00:34","modified_gmt":"2010-03-31T10:00:34","slug":"a-matter-of-antics","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sj\/a-matter-of-antics\/","title":{"rendered":"A matter of antics"},"content":{"rendered":"

Some decapitated words for your conceptual delight (with thanks to the Guardian<\/a>).\u00a0 For similar verbal revelry, see Concordant Chaos<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I know a little man both ept<\/em> and ert<\/em>. An intro? extro? No, he’s just a vert<\/em>. Shevelled<\/em> and couth<\/em> and kempt<\/em>, pecunious<\/em>, ane<\/em>. His image trudes<\/em> upon the ceptive<\/em><\/strong> brain. When life turns sipid<\/em> and the mind is traught<\/em>, The spirit soars as I would sist<\/em><\/strong> it ought. Chalantly<\/em> then, like any gainly<\/em> goof, My digent<\/em> self is sertive<\/em><\/strong>,<\/span> choate<\/em>, loof<\/em>.<\/p>\n

– David McCord, Gloss<\/em><\/p>\n


\n<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

I dreamt of a corrigible<\/em> nocuous<\/em> youth,
\nGainly<\/em>, gruntled<\/em> and kempt<\/em>;
\nA mayed<\/em> and sidious<\/em> fellow forsooth;
\nOrdinate<\/em>, effable<\/em>, shevelled<\/em>, ept<\/em>, couth<\/em>;
\nA delible<\/em> fellow I dreamt.<\/p>\n

– Quoted by Willard R Espy in The Game of Words
\n<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

And less tersely, Jack Winter’s How I met my wife<\/a><\/em>:<\/p>\n

“It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.<\/p>\n

I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a gainly way.<\/p>\n

I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I’d have to make bones about it since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn’t be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.<\/p>\n

Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.<\/p>\n

So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of.<\/p>\n

I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated — as if this were something I was great shakes at — and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.<\/p>\n

Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d’oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself.<\/p>\n

She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she was. “What a perfect nomer,” I said, advertently. The conversation become more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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