He has lists of words and phrases he has stored up, mundane or recondite, waiting to find homes for them. Perfervid, for instance: one day he will lodge perfervid in an epigram whose occult history will be that it will have been created as a setting for a single word, as a brooch can be a setting for a single jewel. The poem will seem to be about love or despair, yet it will have blossomed out of one lovely-sounding word of whose meaning he is as yet not entirely sure.
J.M. Coetzee, Youth (pg. 61)
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