In my fatuity I ignored the directions of the cicerone and fell right through the crenellations yelling, “Oh, chit!” because I wanted the young girl with the cell phone to call 911, of course.
Despite the absence of words at the beginning of the week, we will continue on with our review. Take the words below, put them into some sort of composition, post them in the comments, and wait patiently for me to smile in awe and joy.
fatuity
cicerone
chit
crenellations
Tags: chit, cicerone, Classic Word of the Day, fatuity, hebdomadal review, vocabulary
Sometimes writing these sentences makes me querulous because I lack the perspicacity, trenchancy and assiduity to think of ways to use the words, instead I find myself incommoded and want to prevaricate.
Henry James isn’t the only one who can write complex sentences. Go ahead take these words, write up your own little ditty, and post it in the comments. It will make me less querulous. Here are the words:
incommoded
prevaricate
querulous
assiduity
trenchancy
perspicacity
Tags: assiduity, Classic Word of the Day, hebdomadal review, incommoded, perspicacity, prevaricate, querulous, trenchancy, vocabulary
With very little truckling, a great deal of jocosely behavior, and possibly even some invidiousness, it’s safe to say I’ve never experienced a prosaic evening in a caravansary with our family of seven, and any mountebank who claims it’s possible is, well, a mountebank.
It’s been a long time, so I’ll review the rules, suggestions, pleas for participation. Make up your own composition using as many of these words as you can and post it in the comments. The words are:
invidious
jocosely
prosaic
truckle
caravansary
mountebank
Tags: caravansary, Classic Word of the Day, hebdomadal review, invidious, jocosely, mountebank, prosaic, truckle, vocabuary
The odalisques took so many baths to slake their desire for cleanliness that their amber shoulders became pruny and they surfeited water, so instead they picked up damascened sheers and put their pruniness to work in pruning and espaliering the garden trees in hope that their husbands would someday say “sta viator amabliem conjugem clacas or at least the shrubbery she worked so hard to sculpt.”
This is the end of the line for Madame Bovary vocabulary. Give these words (and phrases) one last sentence:
slaking
odalisques
surfeit
damascene
espalier
sta viator amabliem conjugem calcas
Tags: Classic Word of the Day, damascened, espalier, hebdomadal review, odalisque, slaking, sta viator, surfeit, vocabulary
After a dithyrambic performance of the closing hymn the priest offered up vituperations to the organist, then grabbed some malmsey and the pyx and through the means of the sacrament brought both he and her a healing unacheived by any tisanes. Meanwhile at the dock, some stevedores unloaded crates off a ship.
These are the words, with which you too can construct a sentence. Or two.
dithyrambic
malmsey
tisanes
pyx
stevedores
vituperations
Tags: Classic Word of the Day, dithyrambic, hebdomadal review, malmsey, pyx, stevedores, tisanes, vituperations, vocabulary
My family grew corn, not greengages, but technically they were still pomologists, and the pigs we raised made quite an effluvia; we didn’t have chatelaines for our keys because our houses didn’t have locks, we weren’t feckless, just trusting; we didn’t add osmazomes to our food, it didn’t need anything false; no silk foulards adorned our heads, just well-seasoned caps; and there were no tocsins to let us know of incoming bad weather, you just hit the basement at the sight of swirling clouds, because even a wag knew that you didn’t joke around with a tornado.
Here are all of the Madame Bovary words to date. Don’t feel like you need to use them all, or put them in one sentence.
feckless
wag
foulard
chatelaines
greengages
osmazomes
effluvia
pomology
toscins
Tags: chatelaines, effluvia, feckless, foulard, greegages, hebdomadal review, osmazomes, pomology, toscins, wag
Somehow in the excitement of writing 10 anniversary posts I completely dropped the ball on Classic Word of the Day last week. So, we went yet another week without a Hebdomadal Review.
*shakes head in shame*
Okay, it’s new week, so I’ll get working on some vocabulary posts right after we do a little “Where are you?” roll-call.
Me (Christina): Finished Part 2 last week, but called a Madame Bovary Moratorium on my wedding anniversary. It’s just wrong to read a book about adultery as you celebrate years of wedded bliss, and since all three of us at the blog had anniversaries this week, I hope my reading comrades followed suit.
Christine: Also finished Part 2. But, I’m guessing she’ll be done by the end of the week. This is not a betting type of blog, but if it were . . .
Jeannette: Finished. As in the whole book. Done. Complete. The End. What are we going to do with this speedy reader?
You: fill in the comment section with your answers friends.
Tags: check-in, hebdomadal review, reading progress
I won’t get my feathers touzled if no one does Hebdomadal Review this week, nor will I direct a post of obloquy towards you, but I inly hope that you will not let these words fall into desuetude.
We’ve reached the end of the Uncle Tom’s Cabin vocabulary words. Here are the final four for your writing pleasure:
touzling
desuetude
inly
obloquy
Tags: desuetude, hebdomadal review, inly, obloquy, touzling, vocabulary