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saga
(encz) | saga,báje n: Zdeněk Brož |
saga
(encz) | saga,sága n: Zdeněk Brož |
Saga
(gcide) | Saga \Sa"ga\ (s[=a]"g[.a]), n.; pl. Sagas (-g[.a]z). [Icel.,
akin to E. saw a saying. See Say, and cf. Saw.]
A Scandinavian legend, or heroic or mythic tradition, among
the Norsemen and kindred people; a northern European popular
historical or religious tale of olden time.
[1913 Webster]
And then the blue-eyed Norseman told
A saga of the days of old. --Longfellow.
[1913 Webster] |
Saga
(gcide) | Sagum \Sa"gum\, n.; pl. Saga. [L. sagum, sagus; cf. Gr. ?. Cf.
Say a kind of serge.] (Rom. Antiq.)
The military cloak of the Roman soldiers.
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saga
(wn) | saga
n 1: a narrative telling the adventures of a hero or a family;
originally (12th to 14th centuries) a story of the families
that settled Iceland and their descendants but now any
prose narrative that resembles such an account |
saga
(foldoc) | saga
(WPI) A cuspy but bogus raving story about N
random broken people.
Here is a classic example of the saga form, as told by {Guy
Steele} (GLS):
Jon L. White (login name JONL) and I (GLS) were office mates
at MIT for many years. One April, we both flew from Boston
to California for a week on research business, to consult
face-to-face with some people at Stanford, particularly our
mutual friend Richard Gabriel (RPG).
RPG picked us up at the San Francisco airport and drove us
back to Palo Alto (going logical south on route 101,
parallel to El Camino Bignum). Palo Alto is adjacent to
Stanford University and about 40 miles south of San Francisco.
We ate at The Good Earth, a "health food" restaurant, very
popular, the sort whose milkshakes all contain honey and
protein powder. JONL ordered such a shake - the waitress
claimed the flavour of the day was "lalaberry". I still have
no idea what that might be, but it became a running joke. It
was the colour of raspberry, and JONL said it tasted rather
bitter. I ate a better tostada there than I have ever had in
a Mexican restaurant.
After this we went to the local Uncle Gaylord's Old Fashioned
Ice Cream Parlor. They make ice cream fresh daily, in a
variety of intriguing flavours. It's a chain, and they have a
slogan: "If you don't live near an Uncle Gaylord's - MOVE!"
Also, Uncle Gaylord (a real person) wages a constant battle to
force big-name ice cream makers to print their ingredients on
the package (like air and plastic and other non-natural
garbage). JONL and I had first discovered Uncle Gaylord's the
previous August, when we had flown to a computer-science
conference in Berkeley, California, the first time either of
us had been on the West Coast. When not in the conference
sessions, we had spent our time wandering the length of
Telegraph Avenue, which (like Harvard Square in Cambridge) was
lined with picturesque street vendors and interesting little
shops. On that street we discovered Uncle Gaylord's Berkeley
store. The ice cream there was very good. During that August
visit JONL went absolutely bananas (so to speak) over one
particular flavour, ginger honey.
Therefore, after eating at The Good Earth - indeed, after
every lunch and dinner and before bed during our April visit
--- a trip to Uncle Gaylord's (the one in Palo Alto) was
mandatory. We had arrived on a Wednesday, and by Thursday
evening we had been there at least four times. Each time,
JONL would get ginger honey ice cream, and proclaim to all
bystanders that "Ginger was the spice that drove the Europeans
mad! That's why they sought a route to the East! They used
it to preserve their otherwise off-taste meat." After the
third or fourth repetition RPG and I were getting a little
tired of this spiel, and began to paraphrase him: "Wow!
Ginger! The spice that makes rotten meat taste good!" "Say!
Why don't we find some dog that's been run over and sat in the
sun for a week and put some *ginger* on it for dinner?!"
"Right! With a lalaberry shake!" And so on. This failed to
faze JONL; he took it in good humour, as long as we kept
returning to Uncle Gaylord's. He loves ginger honey ice
cream.
Now RPG and his then-wife KBT (Kathy Tracy) were putting us up
(putting up with us?) in their home for our visit, so to thank
them JONL and I took them out to a nice French restaurant of
their choosing. I unadventurously chose the filet mignon, and
KBT had je ne sais quoi du jour, but RPG and JONL had lapin
(rabbit). (Waitress: "Oui, we have fresh rabbit, fresh
today." RPG: "Well, JONL, I guess we won't need any
*ginger*!")
We finished the meal late, about 11 P.M., which is 2 A.M
Boston time, so JONL and I were rather droopy. But it wasn't
yet midnight. Off to Uncle Gaylord's!
Now the French restaurant was in Redwood City, north of Palo
Alto. In leaving Redwood City, we somehow got onto route 101
going north instead of south. JONL and I wouldn't have known
the difference had RPG not mentioned it. We still knew very
little of the local geography. I did figure out, however,
that we were headed in the direction of Berkeley, and
half-jokingly suggested that we continue north and go to Uncle
Gaylord's in Berkeley.
RPG said "Fine!" and we drove on for a while and talked. I
was drowsy, and JONL actually dropped off to sleep for 5
minutes. When he awoke, RPG said, "Gee, JONL, you must have
slept all the way over the bridge!", referring to the one
spanning San Francisco Bay. Just then we came to a sign that
said "University Avenue". I mumbled something about working
our way over to Telegraph Avenue; RPG said "Right!" and
maneuvered some more. Eventually we pulled up in front of an
Uncle Gaylord's.
Now, I hadn't really been paying attention because I was so
sleepy, and I didn't really understand what was happening
until RPG let me in on it a few moments later, but I was just
alert enough to notice that we had somehow come to the Palo
Alto Uncle Gaylord's after all.
JONL noticed the resemblance to the Palo Alto store, but
hadn't caught on. (The place is lit with red and yellow
lights at night, and looks much different from the way it does
in daylight.) He said, "This isn't the Uncle Gaylord's I went
to in Berkeley! It looked like a barn! But this place looks
*just like* the one back in Palo Alto!"
RPG deadpanned, "Well, this is the one *I* always come to when
I'm in Berkeley. They've got two in San Francisco, too.
Remember, they're a chain."
JONL accepted this bit of wisdom. And he was not totally
ignorant - he knew perfectly well that University Avenue was
in Berkeley, not far from Telegraph Avenue. What he didn't
know was that there is a completely different University
Avenue in Palo Alto.
JONL went up to the counter and asked for ginger honey. The
guy at the counter asked whether JONL would like to taste it
first, evidently their standard procedure with that flavour,
as not too many people like it.
JONL said, "I'm sure I like it. Just give me a cone." The
guy behind the counter insisted that JONL try just a taste
first. "Some people think it tastes like soap." JONL
insisted, "Look, I *love* ginger. I eat Chinese food. I eat
raw ginger roots. I already went through this hassle with the
guy back in Palo Alto. I *know* I like that flavour!"
At the words "back in Palo Alto" the guy behind the counter
got a very strange look on his face, but said nothing. KBT
caught his eye and winked. Through my stupor I still hadn't
quite grasped what was going on, and thought RPG was rolling
on the floor laughing and clutching his stomach just because
JONL had launched into his spiel ("makes rotten meat a dish
for princes") for the forty-third time. At this point, RPG
clued me in fully.
RPG, KBT, and I retreated to a table, trying to stifle our
chuckles. JONL remained at the counter, talking about ice
cream with the guy b.t.c., comparing Uncle Gaylord's to other
ice cream shops and generally having a good old time.
At length the g.b.t.c. said, "How's the ginger honey?" JONL
said, "Fine! I wonder what exactly is in it?" Now Uncle
Gaylord publishes all his recipes and even teaches classes on
how to make his ice cream at home. So the g.b.t.c. got out
the recipe, and he and JONL pored over it for a while. But
the g.b.t.c. could contain his curiosity no longer, and asked
again, "You really like that stuff, huh?" JONL said, "Yeah,
I've been eating it constantly back in Palo Alto for the past
two days. In fact, I think this batch is about as good as the
cones I got back in Palo Alto!"
G.b.t.c. looked him straight in the eye and said, "You're *in*
Palo Alto!"
JONL turned slowly around, and saw the three of us collapse in
a fit of giggles. He clapped a hand to his forehead and
exclaimed, "I've been hacked!"
[My spies on the West Coast inform me that there is a close
relative of the raspberry found out there called an
"ollalieberry" - ESR]
[Ironic footnote: it appears that the meme about ginger vs.
rotting meat may be an urban legend. It's not borne out by an
examination of mediaeval recipes or period purchase records
for spices, and appears full-blown in the works of Samuel
Pegge, a gourmand and notorious flake case who originated
numerous food myths. - ESR]
[Jargon File]
(1994-12-08)
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saga
(jargon) | saga
n.
[WPI] A cuspy but bogus raving story about N random broken people.
Here is a classic example of the saga form, as told by Guy L. Steele:
Jon L. White (login name JONL) and I (GLS) were office mates at MIT for
many years. One April, we both flew from Boston to California for a
week on research business, to consult face-to-face with some people at
Stanford, particularly our mutual friend Richard P. Gabriel (RPG).
RPG picked us up at the San Francisco airport and drove us back to Palo
Alto (going logical south on route 101, parallel to {El Camino Bignum
}). Palo Alto is adjacent to Stanford University and about 40 miles
south of San Francisco. We ate at The Good Earth, a ‘health food’
restaurant, very popular, the sort whose milkshakes all contain honey
and protein powder. JONL ordered such a shake — the waitress claimed
the flavor of the day was “lalaberry”. I still have no idea what that
might be, but it became a running joke. It was the color of raspberry,
and JONL said it tasted rather bitter. I ate a better tostada there
than I have ever had in a Mexican restaurant.
After this we went to the local Uncle Gaylord's Old Fashioned Ice Cream
Parlor. They make ice cream fresh daily, in a variety of intriguing
flavors. It's a chain, and they have a slogan: “If you don't live near
an Uncle Gaylord's — MOVE!” Also, Uncle Gaylord (a real person) wages a
constant battle to force big-name ice cream makers to print their
ingredients on the package (like air and plastic and other non-natural
garbage). JONL and I had first discovered Uncle Gaylord's the previous
August, when we had flown to a computer-science conference in Berkeley,
California, the first time either of us had been on the West Coast.
When not in the conference sessions, we had spent our time wandering
the length of Telegraph Avenue, which (like Harvard Square in
Cambridge) was lined with picturesque street vendors and interesting
little shops. On that street we discovered Uncle Gaylord's Berkeley
store. The ice cream there was very good. During that August visit JONL
went absolutely bananas (so to speak) over one particular flavor,
ginger honey.
Therefore, after eating at The Good Earth — indeed, after every lunch
and dinner and before bed during our April visit — a trip to Uncle
Gaylord's (the one in Palo Alto) was mandatory. We had arrived on a
Wednesday, and by Thursday evening we had been there at least four
times. Each time, JONL would get ginger honey ice cream, and proclaim
to all bystanders that “Ginger was the spice that drove the Europeans
mad! That's why they sought a route to the East! They used it to
preserve their otherwise off-taste meat.” After the third or fourth
repetition RPG and I were getting a little tired of this spiel, and
began to paraphrase him: “Wow! Ginger! The spice that makes rotten meat
taste good!” “Say! Why don't we find some dog that's been run over and
sat in the sun for a week and put some ginger on it for dinner?!” “
Right! With a lalaberry shake!” And so on. This failed to faze JONL; he
took it in good humor, as long as we kept returning to Uncle Gaylord's.
He loves ginger honey ice cream.
Now RPG and his then-wife KBT (Kathy Tracy) were putting us up (putting
up with us?) in their home for our visit, so to thank them JONL and I
took them out to a nice French restaurant of their choosing. I
unadventurously chose the filet mignon, and KBT had je ne sais quoi du
jour, but RPG and JONL had lapin (rabbit). (Waitress: “Oui, we have
fresh rabbit, fresh today.” RPG: “Well, JONL, I guess we won't need any
ginger!”)
We finished the meal late, about 11PM, which is 2AM Boston time, so
JONL and I were rather droopy. But it wasn't yet midnight. Off to Uncle
Gaylord's!
Now the French restaurant was in Redwood City, north of Palo Alto. In
leaving Redwood City, we somehow got onto route 101 going north instead
of south. JONL and I wouldn't have known the difference had RPG not
mentioned it. We still knew very little of the local geography. I did
figure out, however, that we were headed in the direction of Berkeley,
and half-jokingly suggested that we continue north and go to Uncle
Gaylord's in Berkeley.
RPG said “Fine!” and we drove on for a while and talked. I was drowsy,
and JONL actually dropped off to sleep for 5 minutes. When he awoke,
RPG said, “Gee, JONL, you must have slept all the way over the bridge!”
, referring to the one spanning San Francisco Bay. Just then we came to
a sign that said “University Avenue”. I mumbled something about working
our way over to Telegraph Avenue; RPG said “Right!” and maneuvered some
more. Eventually we pulled up in front of an Uncle Gaylord's.
Now, I hadn't really been paying attention because I was so sleepy, and
I didn't really understand what was happening until RPG let me in on it
a few moments later, but I was just alert enough to notice that we had
somehow come to the Palo Alto Uncle Gaylord's after all.
JONL noticed the resemblance to the Palo Alto store, but hadn't caught
on. (The place is lit with red and yellow lights at night, and looks
much different from the way it does in daylight.) He said, “This isn't
the Uncle Gaylord's I went to in Berkeley! It looked like a barn! But
this place looks just like the one back in Palo Alto!”
RPG deadpanned, “Well, this is the one I always come to when I'm in
Berkeley. They've got two in San Francisco, too. Remember, they're a
chain.”
JONL accepted this bit of wisdom. And he was not totally ignorant — he
knew perfectly well that University Avenue was in Berkeley, not far
from Telegraph Avenue. What he didn't know was that there is a
completely different University Avenue in Palo Alto.
JONL went up to the counter and asked for ginger honey. The guy at the
counter asked whether JONL would like to taste it first, evidently
their standard procedure with that flavor, as not too many people like
it.
JONL said, “I'm sure I like it. Just give me a cone.” The guy behind
the counter insisted that JONL try just a taste first. “Some people
think it tastes like soap.” JONL insisted, “Look, I love ginger. I eat
Chinese food. I eat raw ginger roots. I already went through this
hassle with the guy back in Palo Alto. I know I like that flavor!”
At the words “back in Palo Alto” the guy behind the counter got a very
strange look on his face, but said nothing. KBT caught his eye and
winked. Through my stupor I still hadn't quite grasped what was going
on, and thought RPG was rolling on the floor laughing and clutching his
stomach just because JONL had launched into his spiel (“makes rotten
meat a dish for princes”) for the forty-third time. At this point, RPG
clued me in fully.
RPG, KBT, and I retreated to a table, trying to stifle our chuckles.
JONL remained at the counter, talking about ice cream with the guy
b.t.c., comparing Uncle Gaylord's to other ice cream shops and
generally having a good old time.
At length the g.b.t.c.: said, “How's the ginger honey?” JONL said, “
Fine! I wonder what exactly is in it?” Now Uncle Gaylord publishes all
his recipes and even teaches classes on how to make his ice cream at
home. So the g.b.t.c.: got out the recipe, and he and JONL pored over
it for a while. But the g.b.t.c.: could contain his curiosity no
longer, and asked again, “You really like that stuff, huh?” JONL said,
“Yeah, I've been eating it constantly back in Palo Alto for the past
two days. In fact, I think this batch is about as good as the cones I
got back in Palo Alto!”
G.b.t.c.: looked him straight in the eye and said, “You're in Palo
Alto!”
JONL turned slowly around, and saw the three of us collapse in a fit of
giggles. He clapped a hand to his forehead and exclaimed, “I've been
hacked!”
[My spies on the West Coast inform me that there is a close relative of the
raspberry found out there called an ‘ollalieberry’ —ESR]
[Ironic footnote: the meme about ginger vs. rotting meat is an urban
legend. It's not borne out by an examination of medieval recipes or period
purchase records for spices, and appears full-blown in the works of Samuel
Pegge, a gourmand and notorious flake case who originated numerous food
myths. The truth seems to be that ginger was used to cover not rot but the
extreme salt taste of meat packed in brine, which was the best method
available before refrigeration. —ESR]
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saga
(vera) | SAGA
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assagai
(encz) | assagai,asagaj Zdeněk Brož |
sagacious
(encz) | sagacious,bystrý adj: Zdeněk Brožsagacious,důvtipný adj: Zdeněk Brož |
sagaciously
(encz) | sagaciously,prozíravě adv: Zdeněk Brož |
sagaciousness
(encz) | sagaciousness, n: |
sagacity
(encz) | sagacity,bystrost Josef Koseksagacity,chytrost Josef Koseksagacity,ostrovtip [kniž.] stonekvsagacity,prozíravost Josef Kosek |
sagamore
(encz) | sagamore, n: |
sagas
(encz) | sagas,hrdinské příběhy Zdeněk Brožsagas,ságy n: Zdeněk Brož |
asagaj
(czen) | asagaj,assagai Zdeněk Brož |
Assagai
(gcide) | Assagai \As"sa*gai\, Assegai \As"se*gai\, n. [Pg. azagaia, Sp.
azagaya, fr. a Berber word. Cf. Lancegay.]
A spear used by tribes in South Africa as a missile and for
stabbing, a kind of light javelin.
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Clupea sagax
(gcide) | Sardine \Sar"dine\ (? or ?; 277), n. [F. sardine (cf. Sp.
sardina, sarda, It. sardina, sardella), L. sardina, sarda;
cf. Gr. ?, ?; so called from the island of Sardinia, Gr. ?.]
(Zool.)
Any one of several small species of herring which are
commonly preserved in olive oil for food, especially the
pilchard, or European sardine (Clupea pilchardus). The
California sardine (Clupea sagax) is similar. The American
sardines of the Atlantic coast are mostly the young of the
common herring and of the menhaden.
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Saga
(gcide) | Saga \Sa"ga\ (s[=a]"g[.a]), n.; pl. Sagas (-g[.a]z). [Icel.,
akin to E. saw a saying. See Say, and cf. Saw.]
A Scandinavian legend, or heroic or mythic tradition, among
the Norsemen and kindred people; a northern European popular
historical or religious tale of olden time.
[1913 Webster]
And then the blue-eyed Norseman told
A saga of the days of old. --Longfellow.
[1913 Webster]Sagum \Sa"gum\, n.; pl. Saga. [L. sagum, sagus; cf. Gr. ?. Cf.
Say a kind of serge.] (Rom. Antiq.)
The military cloak of the Roman soldiers.
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Sagacious
(gcide) | Sagacious \Sa*ga"cious\, a. [L. sagax, sagacis, akin to sagire
to perceive quickly or keenly, and probably to E. seek. See
Seek, and cf. Presage.]
1. Of quick sense perceptions; keen-scented; skilled in
following a trail.
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Sagacious of his quarry from so far. --Milton.
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2. Hence, of quick intellectual perceptions; of keen
penetration and judgment; discerning and judicious;
knowing; far-sighted; shrewd; sage; wise; as, a sagacious
man; a sagacious remark.
[1913 Webster]
Instinct . . . makes them, many times, sagacious
above our apprehension. --Dr. H. More.
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Only sagacious heads light on these observations,
and reduce them into general propositions. --Locke.
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Syn: See Shrewd.
[1913 Webster] -- Sa*ga"cious*ly, adv. --
Sa*ga"cious*ness, n.
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Sagaciously
(gcide) | Sagacious \Sa*ga"cious\, a. [L. sagax, sagacis, akin to sagire
to perceive quickly or keenly, and probably to E. seek. See
Seek, and cf. Presage.]
1. Of quick sense perceptions; keen-scented; skilled in
following a trail.
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Sagacious of his quarry from so far. --Milton.
[1913 Webster]
2. Hence, of quick intellectual perceptions; of keen
penetration and judgment; discerning and judicious;
knowing; far-sighted; shrewd; sage; wise; as, a sagacious
man; a sagacious remark.
[1913 Webster]
Instinct . . . makes them, many times, sagacious
above our apprehension. --Dr. H. More.
[1913 Webster]
Only sagacious heads light on these observations,
and reduce them into general propositions. --Locke.
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Syn: See Shrewd.
[1913 Webster] -- Sa*ga"cious*ly, adv. --
Sa*ga"cious*ness, n.
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Sagaciousness
(gcide) | Sagacious \Sa*ga"cious\, a. [L. sagax, sagacis, akin to sagire
to perceive quickly or keenly, and probably to E. seek. See
Seek, and cf. Presage.]
1. Of quick sense perceptions; keen-scented; skilled in
following a trail.
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Sagacious of his quarry from so far. --Milton.
[1913 Webster]
2. Hence, of quick intellectual perceptions; of keen
penetration and judgment; discerning and judicious;
knowing; far-sighted; shrewd; sage; wise; as, a sagacious
man; a sagacious remark.
[1913 Webster]
Instinct . . . makes them, many times, sagacious
above our apprehension. --Dr. H. More.
[1913 Webster]
Only sagacious heads light on these observations,
and reduce them into general propositions. --Locke.
[1913 Webster]
Syn: See Shrewd.
[1913 Webster] -- Sa*ga"cious*ly, adv. --
Sa*ga"cious*ness, n.
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Sagacity
(gcide) | Sagacity \Sa*gac"i*ty\, n. [L. sagacitas. See Sagacious.]
The quality of being sagacious; quickness or acuteness of
sense perceptions; keenness of discernment or penetration
with soundness of judgment; shrewdness.
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Some [brutes] show that nice sagacity of smell.
--Cowper.
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Natural sagacity improved by generous education. --V.
Knox.
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Syn: Penetration; shrewdness; judiciousness.
Usage: Sagacity, Penetration. Penetration enables us to
enter into the depths of an abstruse subject, to
detect motives, plans, etc. Sagacity adds to
penetration a keen, practical judgment, which enables
one to guard against the designs of others, and to
turn everything to the best possible advantage.
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Sagamore
(gcide) | Sagamore \Sag"a*more\, n.
1. [Cf. Sachem.] The head of a tribe among the American
Indians; a chief; -- generally used as synonymous with
sachem, but some writters distinguished between them,
making the sachem a chief of the first rank, and a
sagamore one of the second rank. "Be it sagamore, sachem,
or powwow." --Longfellow.
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2. A juice used in medicine. [Obs.] --Johnson.
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Sagapen
(gcide) | Sagapen \Sag"a*pen\, n.
Sagapenum.
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Sagapenum
(gcide) | Sagapenum \Sag`a*pe"num\, n. [L. sagapenon, sacopenium, Gr. ?:
cf. F. sagapin, gomme sagapin, sagap['e]num, Ar.
sikb[imac]naj, Per. sakb[imac]nah, sikb[imac]nah.] (Med.)
A fetid gum resin obtained from a species of Ferula. It has
been used in hysteria, etc., but is now seldom met with. See
also asafetida. --U. S. Disp.
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Sagas
(gcide) | Saga \Sa"ga\ (s[=a]"g[.a]), n.; pl. Sagas (-g[.a]z). [Icel.,
akin to E. saw a saying. See Say, and cf. Saw.]
A Scandinavian legend, or heroic or mythic tradition, among
the Norsemen and kindred people; a northern European popular
historical or religious tale of olden time.
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And then the blue-eyed Norseman told
A saga of the days of old. --Longfellow.
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Sagathy
(gcide) | Sagathy \Sag"a*thy\, n. [F. sagatis: cf. Sp. sagat['i],
saet['i].]
A mixed woven fabric of silk and cotton, or silk and wool;
sayette; also, a light woolen fabric.
[1913 Webster]Sayette \Sa*yette"\, n. [F. Cf. Say a kind of serge.]
A mixed stuff, called also sagathy. See Sagathy.
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sagathy
(gcide) | Sagathy \Sag"a*thy\, n. [F. sagatis: cf. Sp. sagat['i],
saet['i].]
A mixed woven fabric of silk and cotton, or silk and wool;
sayette; also, a light woolen fabric.
[1913 Webster]Sayette \Sa*yette"\, n. [F. Cf. Say a kind of serge.]
A mixed stuff, called also sagathy. See Sagathy.
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assagai
(wn) | assagai
n 1: the slender spear of the Bantu-speaking people of Africa
[syn: assegai, assagai] |
sagacious
(wn) | sagacious
adj 1: acutely insightful and wise; "much too perspicacious to
be taken in by such a spurious argument"; "observant and
thoughtful, he was given to asking sagacious questions";
"a source of valuable insights and sapient advice to
educators" [syn: perspicacious, sagacious, sapient]
2: skillful in statecraft or management; "an astute and
sagacious statesman" |
sagaciously
(wn) | sagaciously
adv 1: in a shrewd manner; "he invested his fortune astutely";
"he was acutely insightful" [syn: astutely, shrewdly,
sagaciously, sapiently, acutely] |
sagaciousness
(wn) | sagaciousness
n 1: the mental ability to understand and discriminate between
relations [syn: sagacity, sagaciousness, judgment,
judgement, discernment]
2: the trait of forming opinions by distinguishing and
evaluating [syn: judiciousness, sagacity,
sagaciousness] |
sagacity
(wn) | sagacity
n 1: the mental ability to understand and discriminate between
relations [syn: sagacity, sagaciousness, judgment,
judgement, discernment]
2: the trait of forming opinions by distinguishing and
evaluating [syn: judiciousness, sagacity,
sagaciousness] |
sagamore
(wn) | sagamore
n 1: a chief of a North American tribe or confederation
(especially an Algonquian chief) [syn: sachem,
sagamore] |
sagan
(foldoc) | sagan
/say'gn/ (From Carl Sagan's TV series "Cosmos")
Billions and billions. A large quantity of anything.
"There's a sagan different ways to tweak Emacs." "The US
Government spends sagans on bombs and welfare - hard to say
which is more destructive."
[Jargon File]
(1999-10-12)
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sagan
(jargon) | sagan
/say'gn/, n.
[from Carl Sagan's TV series Cosmos; think “billions and billions”] A large
quantity of anything. “There's a sagan different ways to tweak EMACS.” “The
U.S. Government spends sagans on bombs and welfare — hard to say which is
more destructive.”
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isagat
(vera) | ISAGAT
Industry Standard Architecture - Guaranteed Access Time (ISA,
DMA, PCI)
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