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WITTY WORD NERD loves a good PAUCILOQUENT
You know, brevity and all that jazz
Back in the day, before every uttered syllable was preserved for eternity and amplified beyond Pluto whether you like it or not, many people tended to be more PAUCILOQUENT.
With no impetus to accrue followers or add the most exclamation points to rise above the voluminous fray, they said the necessary, succinctly… pauciloquently (ok, I made that one up).
They, like the muter folks among us, used few(er) words.
I don’t know about you, but to me Gen X,Y,Z’s penchant for acronyms harkens back to their pauciloquent ancestors’ resistance to utterance.
I mean, just let that rarely used adjective roll around in your dental region — it’s like an expedition… or a yogic twist of the tongue:
A puff of a ‘p’’ and an ‘aw’.
A ‘ci’ that makes me ask, “See what?”
Getting low-down with the ‘lo’.
And a ‘quent’ that almost quenches my desire to come to the end of this syllable-addled journey.
What’s a tortoise got to do with it, you ask? What’s a tortoise not got to do with it?
Do you know a more singularly syllabic sojourner, one who only bothers an utterance to attract a mate?
Pauciloquent to the max.
Dare you to woo your next hookup with one syllable.
