Quilly's Words-Stange James

Today's Link
Knotty Mouse

Today's Saying
Language... has created the word "loneliness" to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word "solitude" to express the glory of being alone.
~Paul Johannes Tillich, The Eternal Now

Today's Picture
Me and Childhood Snow

It is Thursday and time for Quilly’s Words. Todays words are apanthropinization; paucity, and zither.
Here is the story with those words and a little help from Nessa.

Strange James

The hermit Strange James was as good an example of apanthropinization as you could find anywhere. He lived in a cave at the middle of the Weald of Kent and he could tell the difference between a squirrel and a gravid squirrel when he was still far from the tree. And he could tell the difference between the teterrimous odors of bear and deer droppings without seeing them. He had given names to thirty five different folioles which he could identify on sight. The names, however , bore no resemblance to the names given those same leaf structures by botanists. It was clear that he knew everything he needed for the life he had chosen while he meditated on the nature of the universe. All that he had from his former world was his zither on which he composed mellifluous songs to help in his meditation.
So when the day came and he finally knew THE ANSWER to life’s most perplexing problem he found himself with a paucity of information concerning life in the human world. He had THE ANSWER and he needed to share it with something more than trees and gravid squirrels. But how could he do it. This was more of a problem than the nature of the universe itself.
He tried to remember what it was like in that human world. He could remember examples of quondam opprobrious behavior of philosophers that used such casuistry as would make a Jesuit proud. He had no intention of doing that. THE ANSWER deserved a straight forward simple explanation. But how did you do that among humans?
Finally he decided he would write THE ANSWER as a song. This he discovered was not very easy because though the concept was simple fitting it into a song was not. He thought that words in the song still need to rhyme like words in a poem. His time in the woods kept him from knowing that things had changed and songs didn’t even have to make sense. If he had known that he might have finished the song. As he tried the results became more and more horrible finally reaching hitonious.But it was not in his nature to quit.
Now if you want THE ANSWER to the nature of the universe Strange James has it. You can find him in cave in the Weald of Kent. He will be trying to write a song . You will hear his zither long before you see him.
If you ask he might just tell you THE ANSWER.
All I know is it isn’t 42.

And now for something completely different: quivel.
Quivel is poetic drivel written with Quilly’s words in mind.

Song of a Duke
The apanthropinization of the Duke began
When he killed his very first man
With a paucity of human kindness
And a clear moral blindness
Really good at splitting heads
And throwing damsels into beds
A man is known by what he does
More animal now than man he was
But still troubadours played his song
Saying in heaven he did belong
Upon a zither songs they raise
And make him worthy of great praise.
The singers lie and lie and lie
From the grave his victims cry
Demanding to know why oh why
They sing his praises to the sky

Quivel by Dr. John

News from Pigeon Falls

The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and life is back to normal
Tommy UK skipped school today as his rash and itch were driving him crazy. The only place where he was free of it was in Nancy’s Coffee Shop. He had tried holding the rock and commanding the itch to go away but that didn’t work. He knew he had to go back to the leprechaun to get his curse lifted. He was not happy about that because he could have taken the whole pot of gold but had been nice to the little guy and now he does this to him. So he left Nancy’s took his rock in one hand and a rock he brought with him from the weald in the other he willed himself to the place the rock had come from.
He found himself back in the clearing but the pot of coins was gone as was the leprechaun and Tommy had no idea where . In desperation he took his rock in one hand and the half a saffron bun from Nancy’s in the other and willed himself back to Nancy’s. He went inside where he could think without scratching. This was one of the most difficult problems he had ever faced. How do you find a leprechaun who doesn’t want to be found. He had to solve it or itch forever.

Wrap UP

I had a good day. Read some great blogs that wrote stories using Quilly's words. I enjoyed them all. Took another look at the wordzle words and now I'm sweating. Took time away from the computer for Betty and I to make saffron buns. They turned out very well. we tried a new recipe. Then I visited the twenty blogs that left comments yesterday. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA

***************************************************************