Yesterday’s word was scrupulous; today’s was flaunt.
In addition to our Word of the Day: Can You Use That in a Sentence? game, there’s a lot going on here on the Farm this time of year. So much so that I’ve had little chance to keep the blog up to the minute.
In an effort to catch you, Dear Reader, up on what we’re talking about here on the Farm, I offer these sentences:
[Miss M] was scrupulous in her attempts to out maneuver me in the game, yet, moving like a butterfly, stinging like a bee, I left her befuddled, mired in an epistemological bog.
It occurs to me that there’s a role for you, Dear Readers, in the game. I post sentences, you try to match them with writers. Your choices are, Mr. Big Food, Daughter C, Miss M, A. Leland, and me.
One must be scrupulous in editing papers to be of any help to the writer.
[Miss M’s] paper is very well written, but needs a scrupulous editor to hepl her fine tune it.
The scrupulous young neuroscientist read with enthusiasm Engienering the Next Revolution in Neuroscience.
It is a mistake to assume Supreme Court Justices are scrupulous when rendering their opinions; c.f., Chief Justice John Marshall’s Marbury v. Madison (1803).
And then there’s this:
|Scrupulous. Dogs. Fire Hydrants. There was a full moon.|
Moving on to flaunt
Please don’t flaunt your perfect scores.
I wonder if this was directed at Mr. Big Food, who back in the day when we thought these things mattered, scored perfectly.
If you are playing along, this is classic A. Leland:
As she sat befuddled [Miss M] realized that his intellect was clear evidence of God’s willingness to flaunt his own perfection.
Life on the Farm:
I will not grant you any absolution if you continue to flaunt your scrupulously written sentences after dinner.
To sum up: