Help the OED Find a Lost Book
New submitter imlepid writes "The Oxford English Dictionary is currently undergoing a complete overhaul which includes a reexamination of the 300,000+ entries and citations for those entries. Understandably for a work which is over 150 years old, some of the sources have become hard to find. One such example is a book titled 'Meanderings of Memory' by Nightlark, which is cited 49 times in the OED, including for some rare words. The OED's editorial team has appealed to the public, 'Have you seen a copy of this book?'"
lol editors
"A work witch"
I think you mean which
Their work ethic is wicked.
When your work witch is over 150 years old, you'll definitely want an overhaul.
Or retirement.
"But Mr Dent, Meanderings of Memory has been available in the local library for the last nine months."
"Oh yes, well as soon as I heard I went straight round to see it, yesterday afternoon. You hadn't exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them, had you? I mean, like actually telling anybody or anything."
"But the book was on display ..."
"On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find it."
"That's the display department."
"With a flashlight."
"Ah, well the lights had probably gone."
"So had the stairs."
"But look, you found the book didn't you?"
"Yes," said Arthur, "yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying 'Beware of the Leopard'."
Someday it may be history.
It appears the book is quite rare - and most likely pornographic. They should look under some 19th century mattress and see if anyone stuffed a copy there.
..it was probably burned at the stake.
Donte Alistair Anderson Roberts - hi son!
Karma: Chameleon
n/t
No.
They can't remember where they left the 'Meanderings of Memory' book?
Bark less. Wag more.
What if "Meanderings of Memory" never existed in the first place, but was made up by sloppy 19th-century OED editors when they couldn't find a real source? It's not as if this practice is unknown...
'Meanderings of Memory' was somebody's code for "I made it up."
Let me check. It might be sitting on my desk.
Umm - this might take a couple of hours ...
Have you tried turning it off and on again?
Countless number of books lost forever when the Library of Alexandria was burnt down.
I would love to use the OED occasionally and wouldn't mind paying to do so, but who can afford to spend $295 per year for a subscription?
I have to assume that they are not all idiots and that they actually have some subscribers at that price point, but I can't imagine that that model makes the most money possible. I want to look up maybe one word a month, and I would be willing to pay to do so, but I can't pay $295 a year (or even $29.95 per month).
A famous literary hoax, of Borgesian dimensions.
One might adduce as much, from the enigmatic title of the purported work, and the pseudonymous attribution of authorship.
In fact, this was the product of several Oxford dons, in the generation before Tolkien - who expanded on the academic chicanery of spurious reference work by creating an entire cosmos, populated with libraries of such.
Now, let us turn to the Voynich manuscript, and the Dictionary of the Khazars...
"Flyin' in just a sweet place,
Never been known to fail..."
How do you know she is a witch?
Sir Bedevere: There are ways of telling whether she is a witch. ...because they're made of... wood? ...Exactly. So, logically... ...A witch!
Peasant 1: Are there? Oh well, tell us.
Sir Bedevere: Tell me. What do you do with witches?
Peasant 1: Burn them.
Sir Bedevere: And what do you burn, apart from witches?
Peasant 1: More witches.
Peasant 2: Wood.
Sir Bedevere: Good. Now, why do witches burn?
Peasant 3:
Sir Bedevere: Good. So how do you tell whether she is made of wood?
Peasant 1: Build a bridge out of her.
Sir Bedevere: But can you not also build bridges out of stone?
Peasant 1: Oh yeah.
Sir Bedevere: Does wood sink in water?
Peasant 1: No, no, it floats!... It floats! Throw her into the pond!
Sir Bedevere: No, no. What else floats in water?
Peasant 1: Bread.
Peasant 2: Apples.
Peasant 3: Very small rocks.
Peasant 1: Cider.
Peasant 2: Gravy.
Peasant 3: Cherries.
Peasant 1: Mud.
Peasant 2: Churches.
Peasant 3: Lead! Lead!
King Arthur: A Duck.
Sir Bedevere:
Peasant 1: If she weighed the same as a duck... she's made of wood.
Sir Bedevere: And therefore...
Peasant 2:
( sorry, so sorry, I couldn't resist )
I recently picked up "The Professor and the Madman: A Tale of Murder, Insanity, and the Making of the Oxford English Dictionary" and this post made me think of the the story. A quick check gives a time frame of 150 years ago, and maybe everyone that works at the OED isn't familiar with the history of Dr. Minor. If he truly was a "Madman", I wouldn't put it beyond him to make up sources for some of his many contributions.
Listen to my music.
This might be one of the world's oldest examples of book trolling!
...other than every religion's grand accomplishments, of course.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/catablogger/8717819652/in/photostream/
For those wanting to know what the Latin phrase underneath translates to:
Cur potius lacrimae tibi mi Philomela placebant?
Why do tears please you more, My Philomela?
From Wikipedia: Philomela or Philomel (Ancient Greek: ) is a minor figure in Greek mythology and is frequently invoked as a direct and figurative symbol in literary, artistic, and musical works in the Western canon.
chapelled, ppl. a.
re-, prefix
scarf, n.1
tribe, v.
tribunal, n. (a.)
I found it. Can't anyone use a friggin' search engine? Anyway, get your favourite client and start the download
(and please remember to keep it going until the ratio is about 3.0x - 'k?)
039C817BA50131E227DC4A96529F9DB13CCACD73
Portobello road, Portobello road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed.
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in Portebello road.
http://www.portobelloroad.co.uk/
I threw it on the fire when we burnt Alexandria.
Translated from Latin, the epigraph says something like "why should Philomel fancy my tears?"
I believe that's the Roman equivalent of "What, me worry?"
Someone create the book and have it cite the OED... if you are able to make it look old enough to pass it will make their heads explode....
Do not look at laser with remaining good eye.
Anyone else immediately find themselves thinking of F. Gwynplaine MacIntyre and his fake reviews of lost silent films?
Have gnu, will travel.
I've got to consider Oxford's own Mathew Arnold (1822-1888) as a plausible candidate for "Nightingale". His "The Strayed Reveller and Other Poems" (1849), and "Empedocles on Etna and Other Poems" (1852) were published under the pseudonym "A.", but they certainly seem characteristic. Odd that he hasn't been made mention of. http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poems/strayed-reveller http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172862 http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/matthew-arnold
Oh, I'm sorry sir, I thought you were referring to me, Mr. Wensleydale.
The latin refers to Philomela as masculine.
Historically she is identified as being the "princess of Athens". The general depiction is that Philomela, after being raped and mutilated (tounge cut out so that she could not tell of the rape) by her sister's husband, obtains her revenge and is transformed into a nightingale. Because of the violence associated with the myth, the song of the nightingale is often depicted or interpreted as a sorrowful lament.
The author uses the pseudonym Nightlark which was/is? slang for a gay man, one who sings sweetly only under cover of darkness.
Would suggest looking to scholars of gay victorian literature Re: where are collections located.
Does anyone have a list of the words for which "Meanderings of Memory" is used as a cite?
Try Broadmoor prison.. ex prisoner's possessions - if they keep them as long as 150 years!
"Alone reliefless in thy cold distress."
"Where that cosmetic..Shall e'er revirginize that brow's abuse."
"Raw November's rheumatizing grass."
"If a thought Should cream the blood in sanctuaried court."
"He crowned his head but with another cap Than Cardinal'sâ"for that he wants no Sap."
"Yon vermined Sarcophage."
"Scarf-like and ethereally slight."
"The brain will scavage and the breast unstuff."
"He looked submission with a shoeward eye."
"We..Rambled such river sides and templed lands."
"So thence uprooted with transplanter care, In other soil it scents another air."
"Her nature may with thine be tribed."
"Tribunalled judge, he weds the weaker cause, Holds sternly up as he lays down the laws."
"The belted blouse Of velvet black, and closely-fitting trouse."
"A thing unmental, mannerless and crude."
"If bigotted, or most unbusy herd, O'er stocked with time and talent, were preferred."
"The brain [it] will scavage and the breast unstuff."
"Yon vermined Sarcophage."
"She was not vulgar-viewed, her thinkings took The selfsame tenor."
"Vain and virtueless and warmthless grown."
"The wen-necked women."
"With cur-like whinge to such soft cutting whip."
"The widthless road."
Oh, I'm sorry sir, I thought you were referring to me, Mr. Wensleydale.