backformations - the last word

[Katie Henry x3432 <khenry -at- AUSTIN -dot- ASC -dot- SLB -dot- COM>]

Monty=Wilson%Comm=Prod%PCPD=Hou -at- bangate -dot- compaq -dot- com wrote:
: >As for dodgy prefixes on words that confuse people, I'm sure we've had
: >the conversation about gruntled post office workers who felt dignant?

Here is a neat work that uses "chelant".  Great stuff.


          "How I met my wife" by Jack Winter
        Published 25 July 1994 - The New Yorker

It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant,
despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.

I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing
alone in a corner.  She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total
array.  Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, and she moved in a
gainly way.

I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about
it since I was travelling cognito.  Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I
could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off
my nose if anything bad happened.  And even though I had only swerving
loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable.  Only toward and heard-of
behavior would do.

Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was
evitable.  There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as
flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero
were slim.  I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could
easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.

So I decided not to risk it.  But then, all at once, for some apparent
reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make
heads or tails of.

I was plussed.  It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it
nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen.
Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt
capacitated--as if this were something I was great shakes at--and forgot
that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times.
So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way
through the ruly crowd with strong givings.

Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare
a promptu speech, I was petuous.  Wanting to make only called-for remarks,
I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the
notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself.

She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory
character who was up to some good.  She told me who she was.  "What a
perfect nomer," I said, advertently.  The conversation become more and more
choate, and we spoke at length to much avail.  But I was defatigable, so I
had to leave at a godly hour.  I asked if she wanted to come with me.  To
my delight, she was committal.  We left the party together and have been
together ever since.  I have given her my love, and she has requited it.