My colleagues often accuse me of deliberately choosing recondite words to intimidate them and, more especially, to reveal the depths of their desperately unlettered lives. In fact, however, etymology has always been a bit of a hobby for me... thereby revealing the desperate depths of my miserably insipid existence.
Giving thanks to the recently deceased John Updike (truly a fountainhead of recondite words), I share these beauties with you: