I love words. I love knowing their meanings, their usage, and their connotation. Agrarian, bucolic, pastoral, countrified -- I can't use these in conversation but it's somehow comforting that I know them. Solace, as in I find solace in my somewhat pedantic vocabulary which must be used parsimoniously in casual conversation. I don't sound like or emulate Mike Tyson with a, "I gonna get cathartic on his ass!" It's funny when you use a word that people don't understand. They'll either ask you what the word means, feign comprehension, or act like you didn't say anything. "That's such a sophomoric argument!" Pause. Continue discussion as if the last statement was not heard. It's ironic that in some cases, when you become more proficient in a language, the less effective you become in communicating. Unfortunately, my writing ability leaves much to be desired, and my usage of proper grammar is, umm, somewhat lacking. You can't win them all.