An office on Monday morning, the industrial-scale windows masked by an interminable curtain of fog.
Myself, newly-dyed redhead logophile looking up obscure words whilst consuming a second cup of coffee;
Diana, bespectacled coworker and reservationist, listening intently; and
The Computer, passive master of the workplace, on which obscure words are searched for.
“Here’s one, ” I say, tapping the screen of the Computer. “Paraphasia.”
“What’s it mean?” Asks Diana.
“A mental disorder marked by constant talking with misuse of words”
(There is a pause while the players take in this definition.)
Diana says, “I have that.”