Popurls is cool...
Couldn't help but pass that along.
Thanks Guy
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Word of the Day - A Renaissance
I'm bringing back the word of the day - which may be completely misnamed as I doubt I'll actually post every day, but we'll see.
To kick things off, I thought I'd re-post one of my favorites from the early days , and start with a new word tomorrow.
WOTD - bordello
Definition - a brothel
Usage - Jonquil, a vivacious, ratted-haired blonde in high school, had turned into a nebulous, though still wanton, introvert by the time she'd finished with Descartes. Her professor, preoccupied in those days with ethics (and brimming with perspicuous insights, fatuous hindsights, sagacious sound bites), could not take his eyes off her knees during his lectures, and was discomfitted with lacivious thoughts. How might he lead her into tenebrous chambers with a thousand pillows and drifting, silken light beams, then expose his tendentious intentions? He would propose a preposterous night under the town and throw off his donnish gown! The truth is, Jonquil was way ahead of him on this one, and was already setting up on her own! What had become of the gregarious flashing eyes? Quoting Diderot, "My ideas are my trollops," she opened a bordello of platonic love where fetching notions, scantily clad and fatally attractive, drove many a young man out of his mind and into business, pre-med, or law.
Usage - Jonquil, a vivacious, ratted-haired blonde in high school, had turned into a nebulous, though still wanton, introvert by the time she'd finished with Descartes. Her professor, preoccupied in those days with ethics (and brimming with perspicuous insights, fatuous hindsights, sagacious sound bites), could not take his eyes off her knees during his lectures, and was discomfitted with lacivious thoughts. How might he lead her into tenebrous chambers with a thousand pillows and drifting, silken light beams, then expose his tendentious intentions? He would propose a preposterous night under the town and throw off his donnish gown! The truth is, Jonquil was way ahead of him on this one, and was already setting up on her own! What had become of the gregarious flashing eyes? Quoting Diderot, "My ideas are my trollops," she opened a bordello of platonic love where fetching notions, scantily clad and fatally attractive, drove many a young man out of his mind and into business, pre-med, or law.
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