Saturday, 06 August 2005

Inspired by China Mieville's Iron Council, a Word! Gyronny! Huzzah!

This isn't an actual entry.  It's only an annoyance with the OED's definition of "geruda":

Of an escutcheon: Divided into or having gyrons; gyronny of eight, having eight gyrons, i.e. each quarter divided diagonally by lines meeting in the fesse-point.

I just want to extend my thanks and appreciation to the OED for the absolute uselessness of that definition...bah, ugh, fie or something.

Aug 6, 2005 1:42:56 AM | Redefined

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language hat

"Geruda"?

Besides, every schoolboy knows that a gyron is an ordinary of triangular form made by two lines drawn from the edge of the escutcheon to meet in the fesse-point and occupying half of the quarter.

Posted by: language hat | Monday, 08 August 2005 at 01:23 PM

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