I love this book.
...Sometimes, for fun, I kiss it.
When my wife is away, this book and I have been known to cuddle. Even now, as I'm typing this, I can't help but glance at this precious little book, and silently take its jacket off with my eyes. Oh, little "Dictionary of Word Origins," how I adore you! How I want to crack your binding and caress your smooth cover! How I want to feel the breath of your every turning page, and run my fingers between your every chapter.
Anyway. Um....
This really is a good book, and it's just amazing to discover how we arrived at the words we use today.
Look up "tawdry," and you'll discover it's named after St. Audrey who died of a tumor of the throat which she considered a punishment for her early love of necklaces. "St. Audrey's lace" was a necklace, such as was sold on her fair day, October 17th. The term was extended to include other objects bought at this and other fairs--and from the general quality of such articles, the word, now "tawdry," took its modern-day meaning.
How cool is that?
And that's just one of thousands of entries. My wife hates this book because she thinks my quoting makes me an even bigger nerd than I already am. But I know she's just jealous.