{"id":5397,"date":"2022-03-21T08:07:44","date_gmt":"2022-03-21T15:07:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/?p=5397"},"modified":"2022-03-21T09:53:23","modified_gmt":"2022-03-21T16:53:23","slug":"words-words-words-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/archives\/5397","title":{"rendered":"Words Words Words"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"674\" src=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/baby-Toddy-1024x674.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5398\" srcset=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/baby-Toddy-1024x674.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/baby-Toddy-300x198.jpg 300w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/baby-Toddy-768x506.jpg 768w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/baby-Toddy-1200x790.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/baby-Toddy.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>My mother told me that until I was two-and-a-half, I barely spoke. She said this was because my two older sisters, close to me in age, would intuit what I wanted and speak for me. My mother further informed me that when I finally began to speak, I did so in paragraphs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"640\" height=\"352\" src=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Las-Lomitas-First-Grade-1955.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5399\" srcset=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Las-Lomitas-First-Grade-1955.jpeg 640w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/Las-Lomitas-First-Grade-1955-300x165.jpeg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>In school, from First Grade through Twelfth, I was forever speaking when I wasn\u2019t supposed to be speaking, much to chagrin of my teachers. I understood intellectually why I wasn\u2019t to speak unless given permission, but I found such a dynamic emotionally abusive, so I rebelled and suffered the consequences, which were not usually dire, but frequently annoying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/name-that-dove-967x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5400\" width=\"484\" height=\"512\" srcset=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/name-that-dove-967x1024.jpg 967w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/name-that-dove-283x300.jpg 283w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/name-that-dove-768x813.jpg 768w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/name-that-dove-1200x1270.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/name-that-dove.jpg 1209w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 484px) 100vw, 484px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>I remember learning the word <em>obese<\/em> when I was eight. The moment I learned the word, I encountered <em>obese<\/em> everywhere, as if the word had been waiting for me to know its meaning before manifesting in the rest of my reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/honeybee-2022-1024x1012.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5401\" width=\"512\" height=\"506\" srcset=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/honeybee-2022-1024x1012.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/honeybee-2022-300x296.jpg 300w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/honeybee-2022-768x759.jpg 768w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/honeybee-2022-1200x1186.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/honeybee-2022.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 512px) 100vw, 512px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>In Tenth Grade, I seriously overused the word <em>na\u00efve<\/em>, having been called <em>na\u00efve<\/em>\nby a young woman who was briefly my girlfriend. \u201cYou are <em>so<\/em> na\u00efve,\u201d was the denouement of her breaking-up-with-me speech, as\nif that particular word explained everything wrong with me as a boyfriend. And\nso, while recovering from the breakup, at every opportunity I would respond to things\nmy friends said with a sarcastic, \u201cHow can you be <em>so<\/em> na\u00efve?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>However, I did not know how to spell <em>na\u00efve<\/em>, and one day during my senior year of high school in <em>Advanced<\/em> English \u2013 oh God the\nembarrassment \u2013 we were taking turns reading aloud from some famous work we\nwere supposed to admire, and when it came my turn to read, I encountered the\nword <em>na\u00efve<\/em> and pronounced it <em>knave<\/em>, which inspired great mirth and\nguffawing among my classmates. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And my teacher, who had long endured my aforementioned habit of\nspeaking without first gaining his permission, declared with vindictive delight,\n\u201cThe word, Mr. Walton, is pronounced <em>nigh-eve<\/em>,\nnot <em>knave<\/em> as you have so grievously\nmispronounced it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>To which I, red-faced, replied, \u201cOh how could I have been <em>so<\/em> knave?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Which rejoinder brought the house down and killed my teacher\u2019s momentary joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/marcias-pizza-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5402\" width=\"512\" height=\"384\" srcset=\"https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/marcias-pizza-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/marcias-pizza-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/marcias-pizza-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/marcias-pizza-1200x900.jpg 1200w, https:\/\/underthetablebooks.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/03\/marcias-pizza.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 512px) 100vw, 512px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>When I was in my forties and living in Berkeley, I was listening\nto a cassette recording of the Monty Python sketch <em>The Cheese Shop<\/em>, in which one of the characters enters a cheese\nshop and explains to the proprietor, \u201cI was passing by and suddenly felt\nesurient.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The proprietor replies, \u201cSay what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And the first character repeats, \u201cEsurient. You know. Peckish.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>So I looked up <em>esurient<\/em>,\nfound that it means <em>hungry<\/em>, and thereafter\nused the word zealously, which informed me that almost no one I knew had the\nslightest idea what <em>esurient <\/em>meant. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Not long after learning the new word, I went to San Francisco to\nhave lunch with a friend who was vain of his vast vocabulary and loved\ndisplaying his familiarity with Latin. When it was time to leave his flat and\ngo to lunch, I said, \u201cNone to soon, for I am profoundly esurient.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He frowned and said, \u201cSay what?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With a British accent I replied, \u201cEsurient. Surely you know this\nword.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>His eyes narrowed suspiciously. \u201cSomething you made up?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cNay,\u201d said I. \u201c<em>Esurience<\/em>\nis <em>hunger<\/em>. When one is hungry, one is\n<em>esurient<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He rushed to his OED, looked up the word, and for years thereafter\nused <em>esurient<\/em> at every opportunity.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><em>fin <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=3m2-ai3DveY&amp;list=OLAK5uy_nwqL-3z7iigqXUasXMbZQtYaZveOqnyu0&amp;index=2\"><em>Ceremony of the Child<\/em> a piano song by Todd<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My mother told me that until I was two-and-a-half, I barely spoke. She said this was because my two older sisters, close to me in age, would intuit what I wanted and speak for me. My mother further informed me that when I finally began to speak, I did so in paragraphs. 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