I looked at your words, and was taken by your pertinaciousness and urbane description of what many consider the reservoir of breeding and refinement. I thought to myself, why is this tax unit; named, Nervous Tick, of the Lumpenproletariat mocking the enlightened gods of words, (otherwise known as the New York Times?
So I decided to look up the choice of your newly discovered vocabulary, by referencing my special list of sesquipedalian florid nouns, just to check if denouement was listed, and it was! However, because my list is printed in the form, of a boustrophedon row of Daedalus-like disambiguated construction of linguistic solipsism’s, It took my considerable autodidactic training to pluck from the list, the perfected response, which my free will commands me to choose.
Yes here it is…at the end of my list, a side-by-side analysis of the words: The New York Times, and a synonymous description of the afore mentioned enterprise. It definitively defines The New York Times as:
The indignantly smarmy, self-important, neo-aristocrats, cum sonorously bromide tools, of a nightmare Marxism.
And it suddenly, it occurred to me…it’s time for another Martini!
Great post, BTW, I love words too.
>> BTW, I love words too.
And, I’m guessing, you love acronyms as well.
So... ROFL at your post! Great way to start my morning.
FRegards, and Merry Christmas