[I]f I'd studied a thing in school I assumed it was general knowledge. I hadn't yet discovered that I lived in a sort of transparent balloon, drifting over the world without making much contact with it, and that the people I knew appeared to me at a different angle from the one at which they appeared to themselves; and that the reverse was also true. I was smaller to others, up there in my balloon, than I was to myself. I was also blurrier.
— from Moral Disorder, by Margaret Atwood.
What a terrific word! Blurrier.
ReplyDeleteAnd a terrific book, too. There's no one quite like her.
I love it when authors inventrate words that previously did not existify.