When I was eleven years old, reading Robert K. Massie’s Nicolas and Alexandra, I encountered the longest word I had ever seen: counterrevolutionaries. It muscled out most other words in the line, squatting nigh unpronounceably, like an undigestible bolus or sedimentary rock, all prefix and suffix. Even though it had no sensuality or visual aspect to it at all — its physicality is coded into the etymology of volvere, to roll — it repudiated its own abstraction by taking up space, reflexively enacting a trochaic reversal of our customary iambics, and vibrating with the engine of its r’s. I was eleven and I was fascinated.
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