In our first House of Mirth check-in April mentioned that she’d come across ten unfamiliar words in the first chapter. I’ve certainly fallen off the word-of-the-day bus as of late, but that didn’t keep me from needing to piece together a vocabulary rich sentence.
Many prigs think the sylvan life a desultory existence where palloured women and dryads sit around sniffing mignonette and playing bezique, but these bounders need to get their heads out of their girlfriend’s gigot sleeves and reject that axiom.
That’s right Edith, you could throw all of those words into one chapter, and that was impressive, but I put them in one sentence. One.