word-hoard

And then, around Page 15, the wheels bust off this narrative, and we’re airborne: “Grown Boy came into his own voice and let loose his word-hoard pent up within him.”

It’s the story of how, Ferlinghetti writes in the book, he “came into his own voice and let loose his word-hoard pent up within him.”

The “word-hoard” that is thus “let loose” for the following 150 or so pages is not quite a novel nor a memoir.

Next we find Little Boy became Grown Boy, who “came into his own voice and let loose his word-hoard pent up within him.”

Various reproachful names for himself came to Sam’s mind, drawn from the Gaffer’s large paternal word-hoard; then it also occurred to him that his master had been right: there had for the present been nothing to guard against.