At last I've finished the book by the word nerdy author who introduced me to:
Traducing: to misrepresent willfully the conduct or character of; defame; slander
All of which I've been doing to Sedgwick and Hughes for years.
Desuetude: a condition of disuse.
My brain for the last 3 years.
This is one of his paragraphs:
"William Waldorf Astor retired to his Brighton Villa, devoted himself to the prodigious consumption of food and drink and died on 18th October 1919, after a fine meal of roast mutton and macaroni. His body was found, slumped in the lavatory, replete and dead."
In the age of twitter:
Big Wig pigged out, bogged out and logged out.