Ghost word
You might laugh me out of the text but I think is
is etymological discrimination. Just you check and see how many times little
words like ‘the’ and ‘and’ get used compared to me. I
understand the argument about conjunctions and articles being used a lot
because they are essential to the smooth running of the prose but what about
real meaning? Now there is something
that is vital to any exposition, have you seen what Elmore Leonard used to do
to his novels? I never rated them myself and I think some of the readers who
raved about them could be described as me; I mean, he never really even describes
his characters properly and leaves out the bits that readers would skip anyway.
That’s no good, novels are supposed to be hard work aren’t they?
I think
my basic problem is that I was born as an adjective. Now, what is the essence
of adjective. What is its function? The
humans always boast ‘I think therefore I
am’. The most an adjective can say is that ‘I describe therefore I am’. This means that my existence depends on
someone using me to describe something or someone else. I have no independent
existence, I always have to depend on a noun being available that I can apply
myself to.
Don’t
get me started on nouns. Do you know how arrogant they are? ‘I am therefore I am’, they always say,
relishing their independent existence. And as for gerunds, they are even worse,
seeing themselves as upmarket nouns, ‘we can do the job of both nouns and verbs,’
they boast, ‘I am and do therefore I am.’
Snobs, all of them.
Yes,
I'm afraid I suffer from the adjective’s perennial problem, low esteem. I have
been been to see my Thesaurus, Dr Roget,
but she wasn't much help. ‘You should just accept your place in the
lexicon and be happy with that,’ she said. ‘you have had a good life, I know
you were in the Army, the Paras wasn’t it? That gave a you a chance to travel
and I believe Jonathan Swift wrote all about your adventures around the world.’
‘Yes,
but even he spelt my name wrong. You’d think a man of the church would go to
the trouble of getting that right wouldn't you? I think the main cause of my
problem is that I am still the only word that has been left out of an edition
of the OED by mistake. They made sure I was back in the next edition but how do
you think that makes me feel? What do you think I should do?
‘ My
suggestion is this. Accept your place in the order of things and your
characteristics that you cannot change. You will always be an adjective for
example and there is nothing wrong with that. Where would we be without the
valuable work that you and your colleagues do? The world would be a very simple
and plain place. I suggest that you go back to your home in the OED and make
friends with your neighbours. The one before you, ‘the passage by which food passes from the mouth to the stomach,’
sounds like he may have some interesting stories and the one after you,’a ravine or channel formed by running water’
may have some stories of far-off places that you both have visited?’
‘OK,
I'll try that. Thank you doctor.’
‘No
problem, always glad to help. If you have any more problems, you can always
come and look me up. I'll be quite happy to patronise you for as long as you wish for a lot of money per hour.'
I walked out through the waiting room and saw an
old friend of mine sitting in the corner.
‘What
are you doing here?’ I asked
‘I've
been coming here for some time, to see Dr Roget, she is treating me for my
problem.’
‘What
problem is that?’ I asked, a little indelicately.
‘I get
frighted by old fashioned cookers in big, open plan kitchens, ‘ he said, ‘ the
doctor thinks I am suffering from agarophobia.’
‘Oh,
I'm sorry to hear that. I had better let you get on with your therapy then, I
can see you have a lot on your plates.’
‘Yes,
I'm cooking dinner tonight.’
He knocked on the door and walked in the doctor’s
treatment room. I didn't believe a word of it. Who did he think I was? I’m not
a backward Evian. I've been around a bit.
I did
as Dr Roget suggested and made my home in the ‘G’ section of the OED. I was
getting well settled in when, one day, there was a lot of noise from just
overleaf, on the next page. I looked it up and found it was gunfire, ‘the repeated firing of a gun or guns’ so
I looked across to the opposite page and talked to my guardian, ‘a person who defends and protects something’.
Yes, I know he is one of those nouns but he agreed to look after me. I think he
was feeling quite proud to be asked, even if it was only by a lowly adjective.
He was really a guerrilla guardian from Guatemala who was quite fond of
alliteration so we bonded well as we went fishing for gudgeon together.
That’s
what he told me and I,of course, believed him. That is what I do.
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