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Goulash, catagelophobia, and degrees of offense12 o'clock, March 21, 2003(We interrupt this bulletin to bring you your regular scheduled programming...) My father just sent me this absolutely brilliant book, Schott’s Original Miscellany. (It’s not yet available in the US, but you can get it in the UK.) In this slim volume you will find everything from the Irish Code Duello, adopted in Clonmell in 1777 — 10. Any insult to a lady under a Gentleman’s care or protection to be considered as, by one degree, a greater offense than if given to the gentleman personally, and to be regulated accordingly. 16. The challenged has the right to choose his own weapon, unless the chalenger gives his honour he is no swordsman; after which, however, he cannot decline any second species of weapon proposed by the challenger. — to a handly list of forty-odd phobias —
Clowns: coulrophobia
— to my favorite, a series of illustrative sentences collecting English words borrowed from foreign languages — Russian — The commisar orders a mammoth samovar of vodka to be dispatched to the balalaika player. Hungarian — Get the sabre from the coach! The hussar has overdone the paprika and ruined my goulash. Czech — Fetch the howitzer! Some fool’s armed the robot with a pistol. — among many other useful and instructive items. The title of the book comes from the OED’s third, and presumably least common, definition of the word: 3: A volume of publication containing miscellaneous information of general interest on a variety of subjects. Nor has any miscellany, I dare say, better fulfilled that description than Schott’s. |
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I'm thinking I'll go and put in a request for my library to buy it. Oh, sure, we've got no materials budget, but what the heck. Happily, I don't have to wait. |
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You won't regret it, Gwenda. Jon, have you put up the Technically Legal Signs yet? |
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No, not yet. We did have a meeting about it. Among other things, I (and all other employees) now have to wear my nametag at all times in the building in order to make us more secure. I felt safer already. |
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Well, now if you forget who you are, you can always check your badge. That must be reassuring. |
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Actually, what it means in practical terms is that I can't escape being stopped and asked for help when I'm headed towards the bathroom. Grr... |
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Jon, shouldn't they also issue an "...and I'm on my way to the bathroom" tag that you can stick onto the nametag? |
Thanks for recommending this... It sounds wonderful and I will go amazon.uk-ing immediately.
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