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goon

Visual: Two dull, staring eyes, perhaps: oo. What’s the g? A nose? Off to the side? Naw. Maybe if it were ogon. But then the n? An ear? Who knows. The oo is the dominant feature; it shows up also in kook and loon and goof and tool but also in moon and book and look.

In the mouth: This is a hollow, echoing back-of-the-mouth word that closes off at the tip of the tongue. It has no crispness to it – no /k/ as in cool and coon; just the dull voiced stop /g/, and the resonant /n/ at the end making it sound much like a beat on a big drum.

Echoes: The above-mentioned oo words, such as goof and loon and kook and noodle perhaps, oh, and goose. Maybe go on. There’s no significant taste of good that I can find, but perhaps of gun. And lagoon, though that’s a very different image.

Etymology: It may be a shortened form of goney ‘booby, simpleton; albatross’, which has become gooney bird. Goney may be related to gawney ‘simpleton’; that seems connected with gane, noun, ‘ugly face’; that is likely related to gane, verb, ‘gape, yawn’, which is related to yawn. That’s a bit of a goose chase! But what we know for sure is that our modern use of it traces to Alice the Goon, a character in the comic strip Thimble Theatre, drawn by E.C. Segar and later named after its chiefest character: Popeye. Alice the Goon was a giant, not-exactly-human, thug-like being. You can see a couple of cartoons with her at A View from a Goon.

Collocations: It shows up in the comedy show The Goon Show (featuring Spike Milligan, Peter Sellers, and Harry Secombe; the name was inspired by Alice the Goon). The most common collocation in normal usage is goon squad. As Edward Banatt (@ArmaVirumque) has reminded me, there’s a line in “Fashion” by David Bowie that goes “We are the goon squad and we’re coming to town. Beep beep!” There’s also a novel by Jennifer Egan titled A Visit from the Goon Squad, which won the 2011 Pulitzer Prize.

Overtones: The word is unavoidably insulting (unless the person described knows it’s a reference to The Goon Show, and maybe even then) and carries something of an implication of low intelligence and perhaps subhuman nature. Goons are often seen as subservient lackeys, as in “Call off your goons.” And generally they’re huge and muscular.

Semantics: A goon is a stupid individual, probably violent, probably subservient. Thug is sometimes synonymous. For the rest, see above.

Where to find it: I suspect you’ll find it most often in crime fiction, but that’s just a guess on the basis of the types of people who are in such works – not just the goons but the people who are calling them goons as opposed to anything else. You wouldn’t find goon in a news article except in a quote, but it is the sort of word likely to be quoted. In other words, it’s provocative.

lockdown, lockup

All Friday, as Boston and surrounding towns and cities were under a “shelter in place” order, everyone on the news kept referring to it as a lockdown, or as being on lockdown.

Lockdown? As though Boston were some kind of lockup?

I used to live in Boston (or actually in Medford and then Somerville, but part of the same melted-together urbanity), and I can tell you it’s not a prison, even if it does have many institutions (among which a striking number of good universities and colleges). So it’s interesting to see a term applied there that came into being to refer to prisoners being confined to cells, as though citizens were at liberty only at discretion of their warders, the police.

But, then, what other term works? Curfew communicates an overnight confinement (and comes from French couvre-feu, ‘cover fire’). Stay-inside orders or similar terms – or the official shelter in place – may be descriptive, but lockdown simply has an impact the others lack. Lock: a word that conveys a constrained freezing of movement, and in sound moves from a flowing liquid to the hardest stop we have, /k/. It’s like a river locked up with ice. Down: in place, fixed. You can easily see a bolt sliding down to fix a door firmly in place, and the occupant of a cell (or house) being held confined like a butterfly with a cup clapped down over it.

And there lies the difference between lockdown and lockup (and their associated verbs lock down and lock up). What’s up? A hand help up to stop you. A wall thrown up in front of your face. The stoppage of motion: we run up to an obstacle and end up at a place when our time is up. We fill up a tank, of course, and we look up a word in the dictionary. Up in these senses conveys motion that culminates or is blocked (like a sink stopped up or your nose stuffed up) or simply unable to continue (because full, like a container – your nose stuffed up again). It can be a containment, as with something walled up. It can even be a constrainment that might yet be broken free of, as if you’re tied up today but your schedule is free tomorrow. So when you are locked up, you are in a containment or cessation of motion, a point of at least temporary culmination. Like how the sound in your mouth is abruptly contained with the /p/ in up. (Which is not to say that the sound is responsible for the meaning.)

And what’s down? Not something stopped in motion, but something fixed at a point, anchored. Held down, nailed down, tied down. Down actually has a few different isotopes: it can communicate a motion in direction without specific endpoint (settle down), or a motion that moves downward and comes to a fixed point (set down, tie down), or – in adjectives made with past participles – fixity in a place without specific reference to prior motion. If you are cooped up you may still be able to move within confines, but if you are pinned down you can’t move at all. Interestingly, the word down starts with a stop /d/ and then fades off with a nasal /n/ – not quite so iconic – but it does have that closing-in diphtong in the middle.

In short, the difference between up and down in these words is that up is like putting your hands forward and up, palms outward, as against a wall, and down is like driving your index finger downward to a stopping point. Locked up: nope, stop, not getting out, kept in. Locked down: staying put, going nowhere. Up is to stop as down is to done, perhaps.

Well, anyway, Bostonians were kept in but they have now been let out; they were confined but now they are free again. The suspect was hiding in a boat, but no one knew that; because he could have been anywhere, everyone in Boston was in the same boat. Once the police got a lock on his location, everyone else could unlock: his number was up, and they could let their guards down.

surreal, unreal, hyperreal

Today, as Boston and suburbs were under “lockdown” (more technically “shelter in place”), after one gun battle last night and another to come this evening, Kory Stamper of Merriam-Webster (@KoryStamper) observed on Twitter that surreal was one of the top lookups, and that it “always spikes during times of inexplicable tragedy.” Robert Lane Greene (@lanegreene) noted that “This is awful, but not exactly droopy clocks hanging over trees,” and reckoned, “‘surreal’ is coming to mean ‘intense’, and we’ll have to explain the original meaning to art students one day.”

Or more likely art students are the only ones who will still know the original meaning. Kory Stamper speculated that “people who use it are connecting with the connotation of intense or dreamlike irrationality.” There may be some of that, but I suspect that it’s also because unreal somehow doesn’t seem quite right anymore. Unreal is a widely used word, but it’s also a little semantically bleached – it’s used for too many things that are not all that out of the normal – and it’s sometimes used with a strong positive tone: “The way that kid plays the guitar is unreal!” It feels wrong to carry that tone into seeing SWAT teams crawling over your neighbourhood.

The reason, I think, that all these things seem not simply awful, horrible, shocking, etc., but something beyond, is that they seem so much like things you normally see only on TV or movies. Jordan Fifer, @JordanFifer, tweeted, “No, the #Boston #manhunt is not ‘like something straight out of a movie.’ Movies are like something straight out of life.” Which is true in that movies are based on life, but they generally heighten things somewhat, and, more to the point, most people have no experience of such things from real life, only from movies and TV. For distrurbances of a slightly lesser order, people sometimes say it’s like something from the evening news. The evening news is from life, of course, but not from your life.

So when people are saying something is surreal in these circumstances, what they mean, I would say, is that it’s something they associate only with the subjunctive worlds of fiction and the dissociated worlds of the news. It is to reality as whiskey is to beer or brandy is to wine: an intense distillate of mainly the same basic materials. It is a rupture in their normal schema of life and they have not assimilated it fully yet. It doesn’t have an exactly dreamlike quality; it looks like real reality but going by a different script, one not associated with the reality one actually experiences. So it’s not exactly unreal, though it just doesn’t feel like real reality. But it’s not really actually surreal.

We don’t know precisely when and where unreal came into being, but an early sighting is in Shakespeare’s Macbeth: “Hence horrible shadow, Unreal mock’ry hence.” Milton used it, too; here’s from Paradise Lost: “Th’ unreal, vast, unbounded deep Of horrible confusion.” I like T.S. Eliot’s “Unreal city, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,” from The Waste Land. All of these describe things that seem not quite part of reality – perhaps eerie, eldritch, or unrealized, or from art.

Surreal did in fact come from art. But a surreal thing is a thing that has the qualities of dreams. We know just when surreal and surrealism came into the language. The art movement Surrealism began in France around 1920, guided chiefly by André Breton; the term surréaliste appeared first in the preface to Guillaume Apollinaire’s play Les Mamelles de Tirésias, written in 1903 but first performed in 1917. The word, had it been invented by an anglophone, would have been superreal; the sur means ‘on top of’ or ‘above’ and is the sanded-down French descendant of Latin super, which English borrows undigested. The surrealists wanted to go above the merely quotidian real; they sought to access the unconscious; they believed in the value of automatic writing and sought to unlock the associations of dreams and the unconscious without being suppressed by reason and use them to revolutionize the way of seeing and acting in the world.

So if you were to see a fish dance past your window with a blowpipe in its paws, that would be surreal. But most events now described by people on news shows as surreal are not, in the original (and, in the 1920s, strictly enforced) sense surreal. But is unreal the best word?

There is another word that comes to mind. It has also been given to us by a Frenchman (they do do this sort of thing well and by habit). It is hyperreal. This word is actually macaronic: it mixes bits from two languages. The real is the same real as in the others, from Latin realis, but the hyper is from Greek. And, as it happens, hyper comes from the same Indo-European root as Latin super, and means about the same thing: ‘above, beyond’. It has also come to be used to mean ‘extremely’. But where surreal aims beyond the real by going into the mind and the unconscious, hyperreal goes into the subjunctive world of the media, the representations of reality, the distillations, the representations of a reality as envisioned conditioned by representations that are envisioned conditioned by representations that are envisioned conditioned by… The hyperreal, as Jean Baudrillard explained in Simulations, is “the generation by models of a real without origin or reality.” It is a map that precedes the territory and survives the territory. In the world of semiotic reference, it is a hall of mirrors, it is turtles all the way down. Life looks like television, but television has not based itself on life. Our reality, as conditioned by these simulations, becomes them: “It is a hyperreal, the product of an irradiating synthesis of combinatory models in a hyperspace without atmosphere.” (Read that as many times as you need or want. Baudrillard’s philosophy is a form of drug, I think.)

It is tempting to say that this is what people were experiencing today: a sense that what they were seeing was not a reality, not a dream, but a version of life based on the simulations of life seen in TV and movies.

But no. It may have seemed hyperreal, but when real bullets fly, and people and property are really hurt, and real human minds feel real torsions and vortices and myriad motivations, this is not simulation. And it is not a dream. It’s real. Exceptional, yes, and difficult to assimilate as a result. Hard to believe. Comparable to a simulation. But inescapable in its actuality. In the end, no un, sur, super, hyper. Just real.

Incomplete sentences? Sure! Why not?

My latest article for TheWeek.com is up, and it’s on the oft-maligned “sentence fragments”:

It’s totally okay to write incomplete sentences

A few readers have pointed out, as I rather thought someone might, that Shakespeare isn’t really the best example. This is true, but I needed an example that I could be confident readers would be familiar with and would not dismiss as too modern, and I also had a length limit. So there it is. The compromises always get you in the end.

You can also see this article on Salon.com, and I don’t even know where else.

hirple

Visual: This word has much verticality for one so brief. Of six letters, only two don’t reach up or down. There’s a dot, two sticks sticking up, one leg dropping down. Two sticks and one leg? Well, it doesn’t look like crutches. Actually, it looks kind of like a one-legged man hiding behind a curtain.

In the mouth: This is just not a dignified-sounding word when said with a standard North American English pronunciation. You may be familiar with the currently popular herp derp, an ideophone that conveys a sense of dopiness. Well, hirple starts with the same sound as herp. The heavy-breathing /h/ comes out of the throat only to curl around the retroflex /r/, like a deranged laugh, “hurr hurr hurr.” Then it stops at the lips /p/ and pulls back into /l/. In normal pronunciation, thr r n vwls n ths wrd. It’s just two syllabic liquids between the consonants. In accents that “drop the r,” such as standard British English, it sounds a little better.

Actually, in those accents it sounds like an odd way to say herbal. Of course it’s quite close to herbal in North American English, too, but the /p/ is more distinctive in that position because it pops forward from two liquids curled up in the middle of the mouth.

Echoes: Aside from herp derp, there’s herpes, herbal, hobble, and the various words that end in ple – people, pimple, scrapple, and especially purple. Remember: if you’re ever at a loss for a rhyme for purple, there’s always hirple – no need to interpol-ate a break.

Etymology: Alas, the etymology of this word is unknown. It’s been in the English language for at least half a millennium, though. The Oxford English Dictionary notes, “Its coincidence in sound and sense with Greek ἕρπειν is noticeable.” Yup, sure is, mm-hmm.

Semantics: Hirple means ‘walk lamely, limp, hobble, move with a gait between walking and crawling’. In other words, pretty much the opposite of hurtle, and definitely not compatible with hurdle.

Where to find it: Walter Scott, Robert Burns, Seamus Heaney… Heaney used it in his recent modern English rendition of Beowulf: “He is hasped and hooped and hirpling with pain, limping and looped with it.” You may or may not find that easier to read than the original: “synnum geswenced, ac hyne sar hafað mid nydgripe nearwe befongen, balwon bendum.”

How to use it: Carefully. The odds that your reader will know it off the top of the head are not high. By these lights, it should be a twenty-dollar word, but it’s so undignified and dialectal-sounding that it is not so much vintage or antique as just strange old stuff. This means that a certain literary crowd, the kind who crawl off to their lexicons at every new trouvaille, will love it. It will be a bug on the windshields of all other readers or, at very best, a rather limp little stunt.

taffeta

It is impossible for me not to like this word. It has the sound of a soft-shoe time-step (taffeta taffeta taffeta) and a crisp taste of taffy and perhaps Jaffa cakes and, somewhere back there, coffee and koofteh and muffuletta and tuffets and muffins and assorted other culinary affectations… But so delicate yet raffish, like something from Breakfast at Tiffany’s with Audrey Hepburn. It simply sounds delicious. And so frou-frou.

Well, it should sound frou-frou. Although frou-frou is now popularly used as a frothy synonym for chi-chi (which in turn is being mutated to sheeshy in some quarters and losing its chic French cachet), in origin it’s an imitation of the sound of rustling taffeta – which, yes, can also sound like “taffeta, taffeta” too.

What, exactly, is taffeta? If you’re the average guy, you have an excuse for not really knowing. But actually the available definitions can be pretty imprecise. It’s a kind of stiff, crisp fabric made of silk or synthetic, not for your typical everyday wear – more something to wear to a fête (that sounds a bit like “taffeta” too: “to a fête”). It has more threads in the warp than in the woof (if you’re not down with weaving terms, just think of an Agnes Martin painting; if you’re not down with modern abstracts either, are you sure you’re pretentious enough for this word?). It is often used in linings of dresses and hoods. Yarn-dyed taffeta is particularly crisp; piece-dyed taffeta is softer and has also been used for electrical insulation and parachutes. Which, honestly, sounds like roles it plays in lining formal dresses too.

Where does this word come from? By way of French and other descendants of Latin, from Persian taftah, ‘silken cloth’ or ‘linen clothing’, from a verb meaning ‘shine’ or ‘twist, spin’. It’s been in English since the 1300s (yes, the 1300s) and has named various fabrics in the last seven centuries, but its modern referent has more or less firmed up.

It has in the past also been spelled taffety. This can be seen in a few delectable dishes (just as some delectable dishes can be seen in taffeta): taffety-cream, a glossy dish of cream and eggs mentioned in passing in Oliver Goldsmith’s play She Stoops to Conquer, and taffety-tarts, which contain apple and are worth making just so you can say their name as often as possible.

Unrequoted love

A friend recently got a tweet from an interested chap in which he used quotation marks in a way she, as an editor, did not approve of. I was put in mind of this poem from my book Songs of Love and Grammar:

Unrequoted love

I’m getting letters from my dear,
but I’m not sure that she’s sincere.
I see the way she ends her notes:
the phrase “I love you” is in quotes.
I really don’t know what to do,
for if she’s quoting, quoting who?

Although I know it seems absurd,
her every gift is but a word:
I send you “hugs”, I send you “kisses”
That’s it? Some kind of present this is!
She writes, I “miss” you, and I see
the missing is mere irony!

Well, I think I know what to do:
I’m writing her, I “miss” you too.
My “love” is such, if you were here,
you’d get “a diamond ring”, my dear.
My “life” shall be at your disposal –
I wait for “yes” to my “proposal”.

She sends mere quotes? I send her same!
She’ll know that two can play this game!

If you enjoyed that, there are five dozen more in Songs of Love and Grammar, available for just $12 on lulu.com and amazon.com.

urban, urbane

It was an early warm day and Maury and I were sitting on a patio having a beverage (one each, actually). I had just answered a question for Maury when I heard a familiar British accent say, “Who said urban?”

It was Marcus Brattle, my mentee, now 16 years old and devoted as ever to hip-hop. He had rolled up on a skateboard, no mean feat with his pants around his ankles.

“Well,” I said, looking from young Marcus to the rather more seasoned Maury, “here is a study in the difference a letter can make.” I paused for effect. I gestured to Marcus. “Urban.” I turned to Maury. “Urbane.”

“We’re all urban,” Maury pointed out. “We all live in the city.”

“True,” I said, “and while I love the fresh air of the country and a nice walk among the trees, I don’t mind not having to say rural all the time. The same ‘rrr’ as in urban but with more of the same. I like the nice ‘bun’ of urban. But –” I turned again towards Marcus – “Marcus here likes what is often called urban music. Even though it is much beloved of suburban youths.”

“I’m not suburban,” Marcus said.

“True dat,” I said. “I would have to say Maury’s tastes are more urbane, though. Jazz and classical. Everything smoother. Just as urbane is urban with an e, to be urbane is to be urban with ease.”

“I might say,” Maury said, “that urbane is to urban as humane is to human. The e word is characteristic of those most positive qualities associated with the non-e word.”

“And like humane from human, urbane was originally just an alternative version of urban,” I said. “And of course they’re all from Latin.”

“Speaking of smooth,” Marcus said, “what are you drinking?”

We raised our glasses in unison and said, “Bourbon.”

“Not bourbane?” Marcus smirked a little at his own witticism. “And why are you sitting outside?”

“Because we can,” Maury said.

“Although I would be happy away from the smoke,” I said, glancing towards its source at a nearby table. “Say, do you know who instituted the world’s first smoking ban?”

Semi-expectant blank looks from both other parties.

“Pope Urban VII,” I said. “He threatened to excommunicate anyone who took tobacco in a church or on its porch, whether by chewing, sniffing, or smoking.”

“Didn’t his papacy last only 13 days?” said Maury.

“True,” I said. “Must have been the tobacco lobby.”

“So why were you talking about urban anyway?” asked Marcus.

Maury and I looked at each other for a moment, brows furrowed. I blinked a couple of times. Then Maury said, “Japan.”

“Ah, yes,” I said.

“I guess Japan is urban,” Marcus said, “but so is China, so is…”

“Well, and Japan is especially urban in China,” I said.

“What?” Marcus gave me a please-make-sense look.

“Mandarin for ‘Japan’ is pronounced pretty much exactly like urban,” I said. “That’s what I was saying.”

Marcus raised one eyebrow. “I’m certain that with that tidbit of information I am well on my way to becoming more urbane.” He dropped his skateboard on the ground, swatted my hat off my head and sailed off.

“Ur-bane of my existence,” I said, and got up to grab my urban turban.

ultramarine

What does this word look like? I think it sort of looks like a long boat, maybe a ferry or a cruise ship, or some other long vessel curved at the front and back bottom corners and with a large superstructure near the back and a smaller one (perhaps just a sphere or dish) near the front. But it has a fair few vertical lines in it, and some amount of symmetry – aside from the ascenders at one end and dot at the other, there’s the ramar in the middle. In saying it, too, you have /m/ on the lips in the middle and liquids (plus one stop) on the tongue tip on either side of it.

How would it look if someone made it a deep blue, do you suppose? What if Yves Klein came along and claimed it as his artwork by painting it with International Klein Blue: ultramarine (computer screens don’t really quite get that colour). Would that make it more valuable, more expensive, more illuminating?

Never mind the shape and sound, though: you’re going to notice the parts in it pretty quickly. It’s obviously ultra and marine. OK, so what do you know about those two parts?

Your average person will see ultra and will think ‘extremely’: ultra-violent, ultra-orthodox, that super-high-test gasoline labelled Ultra on the pump that you never buy, and so on. Actually, ultra is Latin for ‘beyond’. The colour ultraviolet is so named because it is beyond the violet on the spectrum, not because it’s extremely violet. (How could it be? You can’t even see it, generally – it’s beyond the range of your eyes.)

As to marine, it has two main things that it brings to mind: boats and the Marine Corps. You don’t necessarily associate the Marines with the sea, but that’s where their name comes from. Marine is from an adjectival form of Latin mare ‘sea, ocean’. So marine life, marina, marination (because the sea is briny and so is what you’re marinating that steak in), and so on.

What is ultramarine? The odds are pretty good that you already know. Actually, the odds are not bad that you know more than one thing it refers to. If you play Warhammer 40,000 you may know the Ultramarines as superhuman warriors (a movie was even made about them, as in a real movie in our world). If you’re a marine engineer, you may know Ultramarine as the makers of MOSES, a marine environment simulation software for modelling stresses when designing such things as drilling platforms. If you’re a marine (as opposed to freshwater) fish hobbyist, you may know UltraMarine as a magazine. If you’re into ambient house music, you may know the musical group Ultramarine (here’s a YouTube link to their piece “Stella”: www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0us_pzLvZk). If you like the books of Malcolm Lowry, you will recognize Ultramarine as his first novel, published in 1933. If you buy gas in some parts of Canada, you might think of Ultramar, a gas company that is named after its former parent company, originally a South African mining company formed to explore Venezuelan opportunities.

But if you’re practically anyone, you’ve very likely seen the word ultramarine as the name of a colour. A deep blue colour. Deep like the blue of lapis lazuli, like International Klein Blue. OK, yes, if you’re not a modern art lover you may not know IKB; it’s a deep blue that the artist Yves Klein used as his signature colour, painting all sorts of things with it and thus claiming them as his artworks. As it happens, IKB relies heavily on ultramarine. And ultramarine, originally, was made from lapis lazuli.

Ultramarine was a – not popular, because it was extremely expensive – highly valued pigment in art for a long time. Johannes Vermeer used it in his famous Girl with a Pearl Earring. Medieval illuminated manuscripts and paintings would use it for the robe of the virgin and others, partly because it was so lovely and partly because it was so expensive. It was so expensive because it was very difficult to make and its primary ingredient, lapis lazuli, was expensive and hard to procure. It came from Asia, you see, on the far side of the Mediterranean and even Black and Caspian seas.

Which is why it is called ultramarine. Not because it is an incredibly deep version of the colour of the sea. Just because it came from beyond the sea. Its sources could actually be accessed by land; it just happens that that was not the normal trade route, and for very good reason: mountains are much more treacherous and slow going than waves. So it came from beyond the eastern coast of the Mediterranean, an area itself known during the Crusades as Outremer, a French version of ultra maris, for the same reason – it was on the far side of what in those days was their deep blue yonder.

Where English got all those English words other languages borrowed

In my latest article for TheWeek.com, on the changes that happen to English words when they are “borrowed” into other languages (“How foreign languages mutate English words”), I cite about three dozen words that other languages have borrowed from English and changed some way. But what I don’t mention is how those words got into English in the first place.

What, you didn’t think they just appeared fully formed in English from nowhere, did you?

Here’s the real truth: We did to other languages as other languages then did unto us. Many of our stolen nestlings are actually changelings. Here’s where we got each of the words from:

weekend: from week + end (obviously), which come from Old English wice and ende, which in turn come from Proto-Germanic, as Old English itself did

baseball: base from French bas, from Latin basis; ball from Old English ball

thrill: from Old English þyrlian, which meant ‘penetrate’ and came from a word for ‘hole’ that is the source of the tril in nostril

ballpoint pen: we’ve already covered ball; point from Old French point and pointe, both from Latin pungere ultimately; pen from Old French penne ‘feather’, from Latin penna

corner: from Old French corniere, from Latin cornua, ‘horn, point’

screwdriver: screw from Middle French escroue, which may have been borrowed from Germanic languages; driver from Old English drifan

bath: from Old English bæð

parlor: from Old French parleor, from parler ‘speak’

stadium: from Latin, which got it from Greek stadion; in both cases it referred to a race track and a unit of distance (like calling a track a “quarter-mile”)

medicine: from Latin medicina

brilliant: from French, which got it from Italian and ultimately from Latin beryllus ‘beryl, precious stone’

office: from Latin officium, ‘service, duty, ceremony’

blouse: the source of this one is actually uncertain; it may come from French or Provençal, perhaps from a word for ‘wool’

doctor: ultimately from Latin doctor, ‘teacher’

orange: by way of various languages, from Arabic naranj, which got it from Persian narang, which got it from Sanskrit naranga. It may well be that Tamil did not get it from English – this is what my research source indicated, but I am coming to have second thoughts about that, what with Tamil being so close to the home of Sanskrit and all.

chocolate: from Nahuatl (Aztec) xocolatl ‘bitter water’

microphone: an English invention from Greek parts: mikros ‘small’ and phoné ‘sound’

brandy: shortened from brandewine, from Dutch brandewijn ‘burnt wine’

cigarette: from French, a diminutive form of cigare, which French got from Spanish cigarro

calf: from Old English cealf

pig: presumably from Old English, though it doesn’t show up in any extant Old English texts (adult pigs were called swine)

nervous: from Latin nervosus, from nervus ‘nerve, sinew’

late: from Old English læt

anonymous: from Latin anonymus, from Greek anonymos

handy: formed in Middle English from hand, which comes from Old English, from Proto-Germanic, etc.

bodybag: body from Old English bodig ‘torso’; bag from Early Middle English bagge, probably from Old Norse baggi

salary man: salary ultimately from Latin salarium ‘salt money’; man from Old English, unchanged

one piece: one from Old English an; piece from Old French, probably from Gaulish (a Celtic language)

front glass: front from Old French front ‘forehead, brow’, from Latin frontem; glass from Old English glæs

open car: open from Old English, unchanged; car from Latin carrum, carrus referring to a Celtic two-wheeled war chariot, taken from the Gaulish word karros

gown: from Old French goune, from Late Latin gunna ‘leather garment, hide’

father: from Old English fæder

washing day: washing from wash (of course) from Old English wascan; day from Old English dæg

smoking: from Old English smoca

So out of 42 source words, 18 came from Old English (and Old English got them from Anglo-Saxon, which got them from Proto-Germanic, etc.), while 20 came from French and/or Latin, and the rest from elsewhere. But, with the exception of pure inventions, every word that came from some language came into that language from somewhere else – an older version of the language, perhaps, which got it from a language that evolved into that language, and so on back, or perhaps a different language again. Words mutate and evolve. As we can see.