Wondrous Words

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    A medieval map of the world.oxforddictionaries.com/definition/english/mappemonde
    "We found a Flemish mappemonde that sent her into ecstasies. Why, a full hour passed before she found another reason to scold me."

    dactylic 
     pentameter is a form of meter in poetry. The dactyls, which is made of a stressed syllable followed by two unstressed syllables, is repeated five times to create a pentameter line.google.com/search?q=dactylic

    "Your name sounds like a poem! IZZZZabellll APPLEbaum!" She trilled it. "It's dactylic!" she whispered, and kissed me on the cheek with an actual mwaaah, then moved on to hug Chris, who looked like he was being asked for directions to Neptune.

    planchettes

     a small board supported on casters, typically heart-shaped and fitted with a vertical pencil, used for automatic writing and in seances.google.com/search?q=define+planchettes&

    "Scores of mediums claimed to physically manifest spirits: pale faces, arms appearing from cabinets in dark corners. Others used planchettes. Some rapped out messages." 

     

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