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ROGET’S THESAURUS
G.A. Scheinoha
“I have seen great minds fail for lack of a word.”
It’s hard to conceive. Einstein’s Theory of Relativity lost to history because the great man couldn’t find the precise terms to couch it in.
“Just one word?”
“Just the one.”
Again, Freud a mere footnote. And what of Gallileo?
“A specific word?”
“Well yes. . . and no.”
“Which is it? Even a specific word shouldn’t be all that hard to find.
I mean, they dangle like ripe plums overhead, a cloudburst of meaning.
You reach up to pluck them, they drizzle down upon you.”
At this point, she, the one who’s always had all the answers, or at least all the right ones, comes up short. What was it? Eight years at university? Twelve? Fifty thousand per anum? A hundred? MFA? PhD?
So much for the price of knowledge.