I find it pleasurable to use words that I love regardless of the appropriateness of their definition and context. Why, only yesterday I wanted to say “cloyingly” while referencing a certain pop song and instead said “The Earl of Coventry.” In this case, the Earl became an adverb and he was happy to do it, and in doing so, beautifully described a rather cloying pop song. Now I am not certain he was truly happy to do it, but I feel as though by being so kind as to use words that I choose to use that I am granted the liberty of using them and their emotions as I see fit. At least with others. And others feel the same way, too, only about me.
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