My dictionary is slowing me right down. I look up one word, can't find it, then spend 10 minutes idly reading the words which are in front of me. I'm not exactly learning anything at all, just browsing through the varied concepts tied up in each root word. Often an opposite concept or totally unrelated concept gets some meanings strewn amongst the basic meanings. I like the unexpected combinations. This all says something about the far and distant past when the words got their beginnings. But what exactly, who can say?
I'd identify this blog post as a bit of a prose poem. One paragraph, wandering about. Getting somewhere, but without anyone planning it.
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