‘Incapable of being lost
Not destructible.
im- (“not”) + Latin perdere (“to destroy”).
The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may not be going to prove one’s self a fool; the truest heroism is, to resist the doubt; and the profoundest wisdom, to know when it ought to be resisted, and when to be obeyed.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE, The Blithedale Romance
noun
Linguistic history is so much harder for two primary reasons. First, branches can reconnect, interweave, interdigitate, borrow from and filter through one another.
… there are times when their feelings become too much for them. Then, if the occasion is too formal for unrestrained shrieks, they silently interdigitate.
“Interdigitate” usually suggests an interlocking of things with finger-like projections, such as muscle fibers or the teeth of an old-fashioned bear trap. The word can also be used figuratively to imply a smooth interweaving of disparate things, such as the blending of two cultures within a shared region.
Interdigitate is a derivative of the Latin noun digitus, most commonly meaning is “finger” and secondarily “toe” and finally, as a measure of length, “the breadth of a finger, inch.” The Latin noun derives from the Proto-Indo-Europeanroot (and its variants) deik-, doik-, dik- (also deig-, doig-, dig-) “to point, point out, show.” One of the Germanic derivatives of doik- is taih(wō), which in Old English develops into tahe and then tā, whence Modern English “toe,” except that human beings cannot interdigitate with their toes. Interdigitate entered English in the 19th century.
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Courage is fear that has said its prayers.
Dorothy Bernard
noun
pan·dic·u·la·tion \pan-ˌdik-yə-ˈlā-shən\
A stretching and stiffening of the trunk and extremities, as when fatigued and drowsy or on waking, often accompanied by yawning.
His shoulders hunched, his legs stretched to their toes, he made claws of his fingers in his hands—a fierce pandiculation of his limbs.-At Swim, Two Boys
Imagine Kenneth Williams nasally saying the word, bursting with double entendre: “Oh yes, the first thing I do when I wake up is enjoy a prolonged pandiculation.” —Telegraph.co.uk – Telegraph online, Daily Telegraph and Sunday Telegraph
The pleasure we receive from a melodious succession of notes referable to the gamut is derived from another source, viz. to the pandiculation or counteraction of antagonist fibres. — Zoonomia, Vol. I Or, the Laws of Organic Life
From these experiments there is reason to conclude, that the fatigued part of the retina throws itself into a contrary mode of action, like oscitation or pandiculation, as soon as the stimulus which has fatigued it is withdrawn; and that it still remains sensible, that is, liable to be excited into action by any other colours at the same time, except the colour with which it has been fatigued. — Zoonomia, Vol. I Or, the Laws of Organic Life
From those experiments there is reason to conclude that the fatigued part of the retina throws itself into a contrary mode of action like oscitation or pandiculation, as soon as the stimulus, which has fatigued it, is withdrawn; but that it still remains liable to be excited into action by any other colours except the colour with which it has been fatigued. —Zoonomia, Vol. I Or, the Laws of Organic Life
This is what happens when you wake up in the morning and stretch. As you stretch, your muscles might go rigid for a short time, which can sometimes be uncomfortable. It also describes that wonderful, or terrible, combination of being extremely sleepy, stretching and yawning at the same time. Animals are prone to pandiculation too, extending their paws in a stretch and yawning widely.
1640-50; < Latin pandiculāt(us) past participle of pandiculārī to stretch one self, derivative of pandere to stretch (see -ate1) + -ion
Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.
-Steve Jobs
Mistakes. Everybody makes them. I do. You do. We all do. Some say even God does. Whites. Blacks. Reds. Yellow. Some think killing is right; others wrong. I don’t know if its right or not right. I’ve never been religious enough to know the mind of God. Didn’t need no god to fill my blood with pain and sorrow. The Devil’s done enough of that already.
Interviewer: Did you feel you had a right to kill that man?
Right? I can kill a deer, can’t I?
Interviewer: In season, sure. But a man isn’t a deer.
Same as a deer ain’t a man. You think men got the right to kill that deer, but that deer don’t have no right to kill the man trying to kill him?
Interviewer: Well, I don’t know that. It seems like that would be another issue altogether.
Then you’re wrong.
Interviewer: All right, so tell me why I am wrong?
You don’t know, mister, I can’t tell you.
Interviewer: Why can’t you tell me?
If I killed a man because he broke into my house, you’d say I acted in self-defense. I wouldn’t be found guilty. I wouldn’t go to jail.
Interviewer: That’s true.
Then how come I can’t kill a man who comes on my property and kills my deer? Seems to be this worlds got right and wrong mixed.
Interviewer: But you weren’t defending yourself, but rather a deer.
Deer got just as much right to live as me. You. Anybody at all.
Interviewer: Maybe so, okay I’ll grant you that. But you let the deer attack that hunter. Then you shot him, the hunter, I mean, in the head.
Gotta put him down. Wouldn’t the hunter have done the same to the deer?
Interviewer: I have to say you have a unique view of the world, Mr Ringer, but I dare say it doesn’t fit in with the current laws of the world. A man is more important than a deer. A deer is just a creature. Men are meant to have domination over the animals of the land.
Gods supposed to have domination over the earth, yet men die all the time. That’s where the mistakes started.
Interviewer: So you are saying God makes mistakes? What about free will?
Don’t know. Don’t know God. Yet. But seems to me whats right for one is right for another. Deers got free will, too. Right to protect himself in his own home.
Interviewer: But instead of calling an ambulance, instead of helping the man, you killed him. He was still alive. He could have been saved.
Man puts down a horse with a broken leg. Seems the broken leg probably came from some fool thing man asked the horse to do.
Interviewer: But….
No buts. Gotta be one way or the other. Not right to keep making the same mistakes.
Interviewer: But…..
I ain’t afraid. Mayhaps, I’ll meet God. Ask him some questions. Understand why he let the first mistake stand.
The prisoner stood, shackles around his wrists, tethered to the chain about his waist.
“Thank you,” the Interviewer said, standing also..
The prisoner looked at him. Gave a small smile. “I’m passing the torch to you. Keep fighting the mistakes. Not just deer and men, but all of them. Somebodys got to, and that must be you, you came to talk to me.”
Then he was gone.
The reporter stood motionless, staring into the distance, following the execution in his mind. The table. The straps. Drugs and going the sleep. Funny, how sleep and death were sometimes the same. Like deer and men? Maybe?
The prisoner had looked at his notebook when he’d said he was passing the torch and now the Interviewer looked at that notebook. Inside were only words, but words which could make or break a man? Maybe a world.
Once he heard the prisoner pronounced dead, he packed up his notebook and went home.
wabbit (Dialect, chiefly Scot)
(wah·bit)
Adjective
exhausted, out of breath, unable to function due to extreme tiredness.
Ah’m real wabbit the night – Ah think Ah’ll hit the sack afore midnight.
(Gosh I am tired – I shall have an early night.)
A person who is wabbit is very likely to also be feeling crabbit (Ill tempered / grumpy / in a bad mood).
Crabbit tends to be associated with older people. Young people are arrogant and cheeky – older people are merely crabbit.
It is thus not advisable to make a habit of being wabbit or you’ll be in the habbit of being a crabbit wabbit.
C19: from earlier wobart withered, feeble
http://www.scottish.biz/Scottish/Scottish-Words-Top-10-Scotland.htm
“Life has no victims.”
― C. JoyBell C., The Sun Is Snowing: Poetry & Prose by C. Joybell C
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