The Paris Review

On Cussing

We’re away until January 6, but we’re reposting some of our favorite pieces from 2019. Enjoy your holiday!

So. We cuss. or . I like to say , which I learned from a nice Baltimore boy back in 1963. It’s a Cub Scout version of , which is a cutesy diminutive for just plain .

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