One, None and a Hundred Thousand

by Luigi Pirandello

we are ready enough to note the faults of others, while all the time unconscious of our own.

trifling

sonorous!

haft!

exaltation

landaus

But is it our fault, yours and mine, if words in themselves are empty? Empty, my dear friend. You fill them with your meaning, as you speak them to me; while I, in taking them in, inevitably fill them with my own. We thought we understood each other; we did not understand each other at all.

cupuliferous

sottishness

languor

roseate

ogical

tremuous

usurer

abasement

domineer

confab