Amuse-bouche:
A flight of stairs takes you to a landing. “Flight” and “landing,” like a plane.
Today’s Wonderful Word: “incunabula.”
Definition: the earliest stages or first traces of anything.
Etymology: Incunabula was first recorded in 1815. It comes from Latin and means variously “the straps holding a baby in a cradle,” “earliest home,” or “birthplace.”
Incunabula also refers to “books produced in the earliest stages of printing from movable type.” In that sense, incunabula has the singular form incunabulum.
Example: The discovery of crude stone tools marked the incunabula of human civilization.
Ever wonder how long it would take to listen to every song on Spotify? There are over 75 million songs on Spotify. With an average song length of 3 and a half minutes, you would need at least 248,490,000 minutes to listen to 75 million songs. If you have 472.77 years, go for it.
If you don’t have 248 million minutes to spare, you might could spare 3 minutes and 2 seconds. That’s how long it takes to listen to my favorite Beatles song.
There’s something in the way this song moves me. It tells the story of love in a way no other song does. It speaks volumes on the fears and the doubts of loving someone. When I put myself as the first-person perspective in the song, I can almost feel the smiles, each of mixed origins. I can almost taste the incunabula of tears, forming in blissful overwhelmingness and confused distractedness and humbling butterfly flutterings.
Somehow, the Beatles have encapsulated and explained the uncapturable, the unexplainable. And, just for fun, they threw in a killer guitar solo after one of the best bridges ever.
[Verse 1]
Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
[Chorus]
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
[Verse 2]
Somewhere in her smile, she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
[Chorus]
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
[Bridge]
You’re asking me, will my love grow?
I don’t know, I don’t know
You stick around, now, it may show
I don’t know, I don’t know
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me
[Chorus]
I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe and how
Answer to Saturday’s riddle:
TEARJERKER, beginning with the blank tile played as a “T” on B13.
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