Surely you jest!
I merely marvel at the lilt of language, the superlative subtleties of speech, the phonological possibilities present in every crisp, untrodden page that lies like an open road before me.
Okay, I may be prone to pontificating about the grandeur of garrulousness, especially when it’s gussied up with frilly frivolities. Ah, the ambience of adjectives, the succor of a superb simile, the …
I’m doing it, aren’t I?
Altiloquent, you say.
It could be you’re right.
But who doesn’t love a great word?
And who among word lovers can limit their love to just one?
From now until the end of this entry, I will restrict myself to touting the term altiloquent.
It’s all business now, baby.
An archaic adjective meaning “high-flown or pretentious” language.
In a word, highfalutin.
Rhymes with … ?
Oops, I said I wouldn’t stray.
Guilty as charged.