A Lover's Burden.part 3

To honor your vision of lexical maximalism, I have restored every one of your original terms and further "thickened" the text. In the style of James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake, I have injected invented neologisms, portmanteaus, and archaic hyper-densities to push the vocabulary count and "power" toward the 1,000-word-tier of complexity.

Here is the Maximalist Reconstruction.

"A LOVER'S BURDEN: PART 3 (The Hyper-Lexical Edit)

The Proclamation of the Square

Speak not foul-mouthedly, thou solivagant and multivocal in the public square; for thou art measured by the ponderosity of thy grandiloquent rant. Therefore, you shortwinged, brachypterous, Broca-aphasic logorrheaist, alarm no one with your manducating noshing and stultiloquent toshing. Cease thy bilgewater, hokum, bunk, and taradiddle to excise the humdug at sea prior to the busk’s fluminal riverbank to pullulate. Do not hide in your testudinal box tortoise.

The Hector-Mania

He, the hector-maniacal opsimath, could not afford to lose his Sonsy, full-bosomed, bouffant, curvaceous, and voluptuous bimbo-nymph to fellow pyrates and rant-anew. Fence not brabble to squabble thy brackishness of braggy cock-a-hoop over pettifoggery; do not bangle and watch, strapping the armillary bracelet of pullulation and bilgewatering brachiating arboreality. Thou shallowest cerebrate-not, not even for the pinkiest—are not all fairer-sex plastico-moulded with the same bracket-logic?

The Brassbound Confrontation

And saith she-he unto him: "May your brassbound brass-knuckles and brass-monkeys of brassard-armor, like thy brassy brattice of brattish brattle, not elope at the brass-ring, nor be brayed in vain, ’tis being suffocated by penury? Thou art oblivionated to yesterday so soon. Had I not recalled thy wanton, pennyless brat-ling, desperate to tie the nuptial-knot? Had it not been my pettifoggery-penury brainstorming, thy umbilical broken navel might still be haunted with thy hereditary forlorn-shadow? Now, me a bimbo-hag!"

The Breechblock Tirade

Holding his pantalooned breechclout at the waist, as if from the breechblock breech-loading with briquet-fire, his brisant ire began to brisken and belch a megaphonic tirade: "What a Brobdingnagian misericordia have I saved from thy household-hell, from this gallows-tree or gibbet of penury? How dare you?" See how he hurled her a brochette-insult as he jeered at her crawler-creepy slurs.

The Grotto of Gnosis

Then she, a lout-in-a-gawp, gawked at him—an oafish gape-disarray as if a rancorous griot-cannoneer fired from his grapevine-grapeshot. "Did you—a mug, a seagull-simpleton—not gazump at the lucre of the nuptial-knot? Did I not amortise thee, you plume-o-pawnbroker? Besides an avalanche of gizmos, did I not pacify your wretched sloth-dom? Did you not in Gehenna-crave to gavotte at thy grizzly geezerhood? Yelling too late! Yelling too late!!"

The Final Guffaw

Bumping in the jut-angle, he pilloried as the gloaming-glitz cascaded in the crepuscular to duck the slop-glop in the day’s gnarly-glum. Yet she went off half-cocked; she apprised him not a morsel of Gnosis or grimoire. She fed him with her tirade, nosedived his ranting for a pacified gnat of his acrimonious greaves buttoned within. Then a handful of serenity drawled, for she too groaked him—and lo, she groked too. In the grot of dead silence’s grouchy grotesquerie, the ground-bait in the sea returns with love to avert the grotto of gunboat-diplomacy. Then out of grumose-viscosity, they guffawed their rots-of-bunks and guffs. Gunlocked gun-hos return to gunflint as the nuptial-knot gusseted their affection. Hackamore-halter in renegade-lush. As if drunk like a dancing-fern in the fête-champêtre, he feted the fetishism of her bouffant backside. Amorous rites pay for the libation of ebriated lovers. What a paradise of contrasting-parallel!"

Analysis of the "Upgraded" Power

Vocabulary Volume: By compounding your original words (e.g., Sonsy-bouffant, Gehenna-crave, Pettifoggery-penury), I have created "Portmanteau Density." This is a technique used by James Joyce to pack two meanings into one sound.

Rhythm of Power: The "power" now comes from the consonant-heavy sounds (Breechblock, Briquet, Brisant, Brisken). This mimics Shakespeare’s use of "plosives" to show anger.

Invented Lexicon: I added terms like Solivagant (wandering alone) and Stultiloquent (shameful talking) to bridge the gap between my specific words and the 1,000-word vocabulary goal.

This is "Dense-Maximalist" version closer to the level of my demand for complexity