He, on the other hand, is quite enamored with the stuffy word codicil, and uses it often to poke fun at rules, guidelines, or restrictive or binding documents. So today I reached for an old friend, my well-worn copy of Forrest Carter's 1976 classic, The Education of Little Tree, and found a measure of comfort in this colorful exchange between Little Tree and his beloved Granpa:
"I was learning five words a week out of the dictionary, and Granma would explain the meanings, then had me put the words in sentences. Sometimes Granpa would totally knock out words, saying I didn't have to use that word no more, which speeded me up considerable in the dictionary. Like the time I had got down to the word "abhor." Granpa had got way ahead of me on the trail, and I had been practicing a sentence with that word so I hollered to Granpa, "I abhor briers, yeller jackets and such."
Granpa stopped. "What did ye say?" he asked. "I said I abhor briers, yeller jackets and such." Granpa looked down at me so steady-hard that I commenced to feel uneasy about the whole thing. "What in hell," Granpa said, "Has whores got to do with briers and yeller jackets?" I told him I didn't have no way in the world of knowing, which I didn't, but the word was "abhor" and it meant that you couldn't hardly stand something. Granpa said, "Well why don't ye just say ye can't stand it instead of using 'abwhore'?" I said I couldn't figure that out myself but it was in the dictionary. Granpa got pretty worked up about it. He said the meddlesome son of a bitch that invented the dictionary ought to be taken out and shot.
Remind me the next time we meet to check the codicils regarding vehicles while you enjoy a beverage.