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i like the sound of it—to me it sounds soft and quiet and reverent, it sounds like light and air, like a clear note or a sigh of breath, diminishing.
and the word looks unusual because the letter “psi” (ψ), transliterated into english as “ps”, is so distinctively greek. it comes from greek ψαλμός, psalmos, which is a song sung to harp-music, the root of which is psallein, “to pluck”. some time around the writing of the new testament the association with the harp becomes any instrument, and then the idea of an instrument falls away completely, and it becomes simply a song; it makes me think of voices. (it was once used as a verb—to sing, to make holy music; or, transitively, to praise by singing psalms). it helps that it names one of the most beautiful and resonant parts of the bible, the book that echoes in common speech (and literature) perhaps more than any other.
I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine. (Pride and Prejudice, 2005)
What if Bilbo planted the acorn and it never grew.
What if he dug the hole and put it in the best soil and lovingly tended to it every day but it never grew. Do you think he’d feel like he failed Thorin all over again?

[points to lee pace] yes

I’d sooner be a wolf. Then I could live in the wood and sleep when I wanted, and I could find Arya and Sansa. I’d smell where they were and go save them, and when Robb went to battle I’d fight besight him like Grey Wind. I’d tear out the Kingslayer’s throat with my teeth, rip, and then the war would be over and everyone would come back to Winterfell. If I was a wolf …
He howled. Ooo-ooo-ooooooooooo.