Thirty years ago I wrote a story for my newspaper about the construction of a “Peace Pagoda” in Grafton, N.Y., twenty miles northeast of Albany. The building was the inspiration of a Japanese-born Buddhist nun. The staff photographer who accompanied me was a Korean War veteran, a gifted but rather crusty fellow. (I once witnessed an argument he had with another Marine Corps veteran of that war about the proper operation of a flamethrower.) As we reached the entrance to the temple we were asked to remove our shoes before entering – a gesture of respect, I assumed. The photographer threw a tantrum and refused to take off his shoes. He hollered and stomped, and we left with only exterior shots of the building.
I remembered that rather embarrassing event while
reading the Fifth Book, Chapter VI, of Sir Thomas Browne’s Pseudodoxia Epidemica, or Vulgar Errors (1646):
“That the custom of feasting upon beds was in use
among the Hebrews, many deduce from Ezekiel. Thou sattest upon a stately bed,
and a table prepared before it. The custom of Discalceation or putting off
their shoes at meals, is conceived to confirm the same; as by that means
keeping their beds clean; and therefore they had a peculiar charge to eat the
Passover with their shoes on; which Injunction were needless, if they used not to put them off.”
Discalceation: “The act of pulling off
the shoes,” according to Dr. Johnson’s Dictionary.
He quotes Browne’s passage. The OED
gets a little more specific: “The action of taking off the shoes, esp. as a
token of reverence or humility.” The Dictionary
doesn’t cite Browne but adds this footnote: “In later use chiefly with
reference to rituals associated with Freemasonry.” Forget that. Discalceation is a straight borrow from
Latin but sounds at once fancy and formal, and deliciously exotic. It might be
the name of a chemical reaction. I read Browne for precisely such unexpected
little packages of linguistic joy. He coined hundreds of words. To Browne we
owe narwhal, ossuary and patois. In Cultural Amnesia (2007), Clive James writes:
“Sir Thomas Browne (1605–1682) is one of those
minor English prose writers whose reputations are always rediscovered in times
of crisis, because they had a gift for rhythm that forecast the language of the
future, and it is in times of crisis that the English language is most easily
seen to be a treasure house of humanism.”
2 comments:
Thanks for this one, Pat. I had a flashback to the newsroom on Albany Shaker Road.
Newspapers were such poorly managed businesses in the day. First, the "managers" (editors) were not professionals who were chosen on the basis of their extraordinary leadership skills and emotional intelligence. They were often former mediocre reporters who took out their frustrations on better reporters. Second, the business model was to spend tens of millions of dollars to advertise, build readership, pay professionals to produce a product, and then give it to a 12-year-old on a bike to throw into the bushes and piss off the customers. All the work done to produce a newspaper everyday resulted in a kid who owned the relationship with the buyer. Unbelievable.
I'm not one for heated disputes, but if there's one thing I want to absolutely sure about, it's the proper operation of a flamethrower.
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