Word of the Day Wednesday: atavism

at·a·vism noun \ˈa-tə-ˌvi-zəm\

Definition of ATAVISM
1
a :  recurrence in an organism of a trait or character typical of an ancestral form and usually due to genetic recombination

b :  recurrence of or reversion to a past style, manner, outlook, approach, or activity <architectural atavism>

2
:  one that manifests atavism :  throwback
at·a·vis·tic adjective
at·a·vis·ti·cal·ly adverb

Origin of ATAVISM

French atavisme, from Latin atavus ancestor, from at- (probably akin to atta daddy) + avus grandfather

First Known Use: 1833

Definition source: http://www.merriam-webster.com

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Word of the Day Wednesday: pugnacious

pug·na·cious adjective \ˌpəg-ˈnā-shəs\: showing a readiness or desire to fight or argue

Full Definition of PUGNACIOUS
:  having a quarrelsome or combative nature :  truculent
pug·na·cious·ly adverb
pug·na·cious·ness noun
pug·nac·i·ty noun

Origin of PUGNACIOUS

Latin pugnac-, pugnax, from pugnare to fight

First Known Use: 1642

Related to PUGNACIOUS

Synonyms
aggressive, agonistic, argumentative, assaultive, bellicose, brawly, chippy, combative, confrontational, contentious, discordant, disputatious, feisty, gladiatorial, militant, belligerent, quarrelsome, scrappy, truculent, warlike
Antonyms
nonaggressive, nonbelligerent, pacific, peaceable, peaceful, unbelligerent, uncombative, uncontentious

Definition source: http://www.merriam-webster.com

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Teaser Tuesday: Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

I’ve turned down a few invitations from friends to see a newly released movie because I like to read the book first. So, for this Teaser Tuesday, I’m reading Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. That’s right. I’m one of the few people who hasn’t read the book or seen the movie so no spoilers please. Have you read the book, seen the movie, or both? What did you think?

Here’s a teaser:

“Amy had come to the mall to buy a gun on Valentine’s Day, of all days, that’s what our friend Lonnie had said. She was a little abashed, a little nervous: Maybe I’m being silly, but…I just really think I need a gun. Mostly, though, she was scared. Someone was unnerving her, she told Lonnie. She gave no more details, but when he asked her what kind of gun she wanted, she said: One that stops someone fast.”

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Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

  • Grab your current read
  • Open to a random page
  • Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
  • BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
  • Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

All the World’s a Stage by William Shakespeare

All the World’s a Stage
by William Shakespeare
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Word of the Day Wednesday: bellicose

bel·li·cose adjective \ˈbe-li-ˌkōs\: having or showing a tendency to argue or fight

 Full Definition of BELLICOSE
:  favoring or inclined to start quarrels or wars
bel·li·cos·i·ty noun

Examples of BELLICOSE

  1. <bellicose hockey players who always seem to spend more time fighting than playing>
  2. Never in peacetime, perhaps, have the statements of our government officials been more relentlessly bellicose. Yet their actions have been comparatively cautious. —New Yorker, 24 June 1985

Origin of BELLICOSE

Middle English, from Latin bellicosus, from bellicus of war, from bellum war

First Known Use: 15th century

Related to BELLICOSE

Synonyms
aggressive, agonistic, argumentative, assaultive, belligerent, brawly, chippy, combative, confrontational, contentious, discordant, disputatious, feisty, gladiatorial, militant, pugnacious, quarrelsome, scrappy, truculent, warlike
Antonyms
nonaggressive, nonbelligerent, pacific, peaceable, peaceful, unbelligerent, uncombative, uncontentious

Definition source: http://www.merriam-webster.com

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O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman

O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.