Well, I have just discovered today that I am an epeolatrist. There’s no need to panic though, as I am pretty sure that there are a lot of people out there just like me. They just don’t know it yet. Anyway, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, quite the contrary. Epeolatry is, wait for it, the worship of words. Yes, I am a self-confessed word worshipper.
Epeolatry is derived from the Greek word “epos”, meaning “word”, and the Greek word “latreia”, meaning “worship”.
Oliver Wendell Holmes first used the word in his 1860 book Professor At The Breakfast Table: “Time, time only, can gradually wean us from our epeolatry, or word worship, by spiritualising our ideas of the thing signified”.
It appears to be quite an obscure word, but has appeared in a 2006 work by Roger Day, entitled Anurada Negotiates Our Wobbly Planet: “I read my dictionary for a few more minutes, until tiredness eventually brought my epeolatry to an end for the day”.
You can witness my epeolatry in any of my blog posts.
I am proud to be an epeolatrist, so should you be, if you are a word worshipper like me!