In Other Words/True Comfort
True Comfort
(There is nothing quite so comforting in this life as a
word of five syllables.—Mr. W. Pett Ridge.)
Brevity! Heavens, what inefficaciousness! Brevity! Piffle! A mere fabulosity!Comfort is only a great ostentatiousness; Quiet is only in vociferosity.
Shortness in writing denotes adolescency, Me for an erudite, big etymologist—One who can tell you the true delitescency Found in the brain of a phytopathologist.
Still, I believe that a man pharmaceutical Seems, in a measure, to be reimbursable,Arguing thus, it seems quite therapeutical Voters for Taft are to be incoercible.
Which, to a mind beyond doubt algebraical, Seems but the rankest of rank meretriciousness,Silly and sad, not to say pharisaical; Bless you! the thing is but old superstitiousness!
Ah! How I flounder in mad inconclusiveness! Mad is this quinquepedalian verbosity.“Comfort?” Great heavings! What mad perdiffusiveness— Look at me here in complete comatosity!