It took British surgeon and inventor PM Roget 47 years to create the thesaurus. When his invention the “Hands-Free Umbrella” failed, the thesaurus became the esteemed doctor’s lifelong obsession. An audiotape of Roget’s inaugural creative session was recently discovered at the British Library, the London facility that houses more than 150 million items of international importance. The precious tape was found underneath the Magna Carta, and according to Senior Library Manager Abigail Cosgrove-Cumberbatch, the discovery was nothing short of miraculous. “The tape was gathering dust for a half century,” Cosgrove-Cumberbatch reports. “If I hadn’t assigned my assistant Pauline Finch-Halifax to take inventory, we still wouldn’t know about its existence, and what a loss that would be.”
Cosgrove-Cumberbatch is a firm believer in the English language. “At the end of the day, all we have is the spoken word,” she explains. “We may lose our homes, our husbands and our dignity, our children may run far away and refuse to take our telephone calls, but we still hold onto our language.”
Assisted by PM Roget’s devoted wife Nan (who was assigned to write everything in longhand), the tape documents the birth of the vital reference book we know as the thesaurus. The following is a transcript.
PM: We should start, of course, with the letter A.
NAN: Not necessarily, dear.
PM: Why not?
NAN: Let’s be bold and jump ahead to L in honor of our precious little Lilly. We’ll get to A later.
PM: All right then. L for Lilly. L-A-A. Nothing.
NAN: L-A-B. Lab.
PM: Lab is short for laboratory. Not a word unto itself.
NAN: But it’s a word people use.
PM: We’ll come up with synonyms when we get to laboratory.
NAN: Are you sure we shouldn’t have at least one or two suggestions for lab?
PM: Quite sure.
NAN: Suit yourself.
PM: Moving on. L-A-B-A. Nothing.
NAN: L-A-B-O-R. Labor.
PM: Yes, labor. Noun. Activity. Endeavor.
PM: Chore. Effort. Industry.
NAN: Industry is not a synonym for labor, sweetheart.
PM: It can be used as a synonym.
NAN: Not to my thinking.
PM: I didn’t ask for your thinking, only for your writing. Labor also happens to be a verb. To toil, strive, travail.
NAN: Work oneself to the bone.
PM: Work oneself to the bone is five words.
NAN: But that’s what real labor is.
PM: Work works. But not work oneself to the bone.
NAN: When was the last time you worked yourself to the bone?
PM: You’re missing the point.
NAN: May we continue please?
PM: We may not. There are more synonyms for labor.
NAN: I’m tired of laboring over of labor.
PM: I just realized something: Label should come before labor.
NAN: Of course, how could we have overlooked label? Label is a...trademark, design.
PM: Also epithet, classification.
NAN: Classification? I think not.
PM: I don’t think not.
NAN: Just because I classify you as stubborn doesn‘t mean I’m assigning a label.
PM: It can be construed as a label. Write it down.
NAN: I’m bored with L. Let’s go to D for our darling little Debbie.
PM: For Debbie. D-A-A. Nothing. D-A-B. Dab. Verb. To smear.
NAN: To touch.
PM: No, no no. I can touch you without dabbing you. Dabbing implies something on your fingertips like a stinging ointment or a poisonous liquid that I might smear on your tongue while you’re asleep.
NAN: Then how about plaster, smudge, pat?
PM: Yes. And flick, peck, spot, stroke.
NAN: What comes after dab?
PM: D-A-C. D-A-E-. D-A-F. Daft. Synonyms for daft please.
NAN: Silly, funny, humorous.
PM: Also demented, cracked, deliberately annoying.
NAN: That’s two words, dear.
PM: Well, some people happen to be deliberately annoying.
NAN: You’re breaking your own rule.
PM: I’m allowed.
NAN: And I’m not? How can you expect me to live by a different set of rules? That’s the mark of a Fascist state.
PM: Let’s jump ahead to W in honor of our frightful little Winifred.
NAN: Why would we do that?
PM: Because the mood struck me.
NAN: Fine, W then.
PM: Werewolf. A predatory mammal that sucks the blood from its prey. You must have scores of synonyms for that.
NAN: No, darling. Waste and want and weakling would precede werewolf, wouldn’t they?
PM: They would. So would wallop. Verb. To bash, belt, pummel.
PM: Jab is good too, along with clobber, strike, slug in the jaw with unrestrained force.
NAN: What are you trying to tell me?
PM: That perhaps you’re right. Perhaps we should include two, three and four-word phrases in addition to singular synonyms.
NAN: I’m glad you finally see the light.
PM: Frankly, I don’t know what took me this long.
NAN: Maybe you spent too much time crossing your t’s and dotting your i’s.
PM: Nothing wrong with paying attention to detail.
NAN: There’s a limit. I can judge a man by his i’s, you know. If you ask me, his i’s are the windows to his soul. Soul. Noun. Spirit. Essence. Disposition.
PM: And what do my i’s tell you about my disposition?
NAN: That you’re a...
At this point, the audiotape goes silent for fifteen seconds. Then there’s the rustling of paper and the deep voice of Dr. Roget.
PM: I will begin with the letter A. A-L-O-N-E. Alone. Adjective. Solo. Single. Unaccompanied. Ecstatic beyond measure.
The recording continues for several hours without the assistance of Nan.
Abigail Cosgrove-Cumberbatch has listened to the entire tape at least two dozen times and hasn’t tired of it. “It’s music to my ears,” she says. “Imagine a Shakespearean scholar coming upon an undiscovered work by the Bard. That’s how I feel.” When asked about the contentious bickering of Dr. and Mrs. Roget, the professorial Cosgrove-Cumberbatch responds, “It’s perfectly natural for marital partners to disagree, especially during the creative process. When the juices are flowing, emotional abuse and physical violence are often part of the process.”
“Humiliation goes with the territory,” Finch-Halifax added.
The tape has been placed in the Sound Archive of the British Library which also houses the 1902 recording of Sarah Bernhardt‘s “Phedre,” the 1953 ceremony in which Elizabeth II was crowned Queen of England, and the 1996 hit single “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls.