by Jane Banning
"So, you're supposed to be a writer," my associate lugubriously said, "come on, be intentionally unparsimonious with your prodigious vocabulary. Compose a gratuitous and veritable plethora of verbose verbiage. Show how obsequious, ostentatious, and obtuse you can be. Make us scuttle unceremoniously to the dictionary, furtively hiding our gormlessness. Besmirch us and bedraggle our intellectual acumen." "Nah," I said, "you go ahead."
Jane Banning sometimes plays with words.