“Adonalsium.”
Dalinar frowned more deeply.
“What?”
Wit scratched his face. “Have you
ever heard the term, Dalinar?”
“Ado … what?”
“Nothing,” Wit said. He seemed
preoccupied., unlike his usual self.
“Nonsense. Balderdash. Piggldygrak.
Isn’t it odd that gibberish words are often the sounds of other words,
cut up and dismembered, then stitched into something like them – yet wholly
unlike them at the same time?”
Dalinar frowned.
“I
wonder if you could do that to a man.
Pull him apart, emotion by emotion, bit by bit, bloody chunk by bloody
chunk. Then combine them back together
again into something else, like a Dysian Aimian. If you do put a man together like that,
Dalinar, be sure to name him Gibberish, after me. Or perhaps Gibletfish.”
(from The Way of
Kings by Brandon Sanderson)
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