The Lunxicon

Unctuous. What a great word. I just love the way it sounds—the juxtaposition of the short and sharp with the long and drawn out: How the first half sounds like the cry of a mildly retarded child who has just scraped his/her knee. This is quickly cut off by the hard “t” sound, which transitions into the vowel-heavy second syllable, elongated by the “s” at the end. (Yeah, so I’m no linguistics expert, but I’m also rather lazy, so I wasn’t gonna look up the proper terms to describe the above.)

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