The Epitome Of A Lack Of Imagination?

The best thing for me about the word epitome is its pronunciation.  Not that I or the person in question get it wrong, but for the fact it has a similar pronunciation to somewhere else my friends went on holiday.

At the time I was in a trial period at work for a job I wanted to nail, so I couldn’t make a holiday to California.  They went all sorts of places over a 2 week period, including Yosemite.  Yes, that would be “yoss-em-it-ee”, which rhymes with epitome.  Not “yoss-er-mite” as he was pronouncing it!

Talking of travelling, this weekend is the Monaco Grand Prix.  This is a race which is the epitome to me of what Formula 1 is – it’s got glitz and glamour and, more often then not, some drama despite the fact that it can also be a bit of a procession if things turn out badly.

This race is one I’d really love to go to.  It’s just what it should be, and that reminded me of two other things.  At school, an English teacher once told us not to use the word “good” to describe literature or a poem.  It was said like the word lacked imagination, and was a bit of a cop out.

Yet I remember the word “good” being used a lot my grandfather, but he could say it in a manner and with a tone that he meant it.  It wasn’t a lack of imagination, it was the right word for him to describe something that was just right and proper and as it should be.

Even though he didn’t really ever leave the boundaries of the town he was born for his 80 year life, I think even he would know that my friend’s pronunciation was not good.

My hope, your hand
We never falter – when times are hard, we’ll stride
And now, stand by
As others caution, what they don’t see as right

Never will they get in our way
Who knows what is right?
Never will they lead us astray
Who knows what is right?

It’s a risk worth taking
There’s no looking back
It’s not for frightening, and we face the facts
For mine is the darkness
Cold, the lights and ocean
When all that we work falls down to test of time

My hope, your hand
We never falter when times are hard, we’ll stride
And now, stand by
As others caution, what they don’t see as right

Never will they get in our way
Who knows what is right?
Never will they lead us astray
Who knows what is right?

We will open…we will open doors

What Is Right by Chase & Status

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