Caricature by William Auerbach-Levy |
“I’m delighted with a story James
Hilton told me the other day about a history exam in Oxford,” confided
Alexander Woollcott to his intimate friends, those six million people who
listened to his 1930s Town Crier broadcasts on CBS radio.
“In answer to the question, ‘What
do you know about the Lombard League?’ one of the students correctly wrote down
the word, ‘Nothing.’ For that, the examiners were about to give him a zero when
they had the grace to realize that the real error lay in the sloppiness of the
question. So they gave him full credit.
“I was delighted by that story because
in matters of speech, it’s not elegance that interests me but exactness.
Precision. Surgical precision.
“I suggest that those of us whose
trade is in words, whether put down on paper or tossed into the patient
airwaves, and all those whose job it is to teach that trade, might better
concentrate on the really grievous injury done to our medium every day by those
who so ignore the primal, eldest meaning of a word that eventually it loses its
sharp edge as an instrument, its exact value as currency.”
Woollcott went on to illustrate
with the meaning of the words “prone” and “supine” — terms that were even then
becoming pointlessly indistinguishable, but had originally been usefully sharp
and distinct.
Source: “Smart Aleck: The Wit, World and Life of Alexander Woollcott” by
Howard Teichmann
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