And I find words endlessly fascinating. I have a range of dictionaries (mostly from the UK) back to the 1740s. They only take up a couple of shelves, so I wouldn't say I'm obsessive about them. I haven't read the full version of the OED, but I have read that particular book (Reading the OED, Ammon Shea. Absolute hoot). But it is wonderful tracing a word through them, seeing how it changes. Or just flicking through and then a word catches the eye. Or I finally decide to look up a word whose meaning I've been guessing from context.
Slightly bizarrely, the last word looked up was pastern. I needed to describe Winston's white markings - and he has white below each knobbly sort of knuckle thing just about the wrist/ankle. So when you watch from behind, there's a definite flick to each movement of his paws. Fatal if they have poor movement. I can see it, I know exactly which bit I'm referring to, but surety about the precise word has me delving into Harold Spira's Canine Terminology. Maybe not quite a standard dictionary, but a technical dictionary is a dictionary none the less.
|(crummy photo but hey, must be quick before Winston decides I have to pay him attention)|
Life needs more of that kind of dottiness in it.