“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name, would smell as sweet.”
– Romeo and Juliet, II, ii
Words are a funny thing to me. Not only do I love them for their meaning, I love them for their sound. Perhaps I am living proof of Nunberg’s theory of phonological association… or maybe it’s my inner Southern belle. Whatever the reason, I fervently love these words:
I suppose that, for the majority of these words, I love them for how they undulate in the glottis. There is something lush (oooh, add that one to the list) about their multisyllabic nature that reverberates within me.
And then, of course, there’s fuck. Oh, fuck. How do I love thee? Such a fine word. So much can be done with it – and has.
Now for a few words that I don’t like. There’s a harshness to them, something…. distasteful to me about their sound… and for some of them, their meaning:
And finally…. crap. I really can’t stand that word. Give me a good old fashioned fuck anytime.
What are your favorite – and least favorite – words?
Now, go write.
HRH, Princess Scribe
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