Abstract pleasures are relatively reliable. Sometimes when the world seems unbearable, I try and forget about my own personal gain-and-loss status, and the particular pains of the present, and I think:
I can't leave behind a world in which the word 'emolument' exists – not just yet, anyway. Emolument, emolument, emolument, emolument, emolument.
I sometimes think that 'equipage' is a pretty good word, too. Example usage from some self-promotional copy in a 1711 issue of the journal Spectator:
I would therefore in a particular manner recommend these my speculations to all well-regulated families that set apart an hour every morning for tea, bread and butter; and would earnestly advise them for their good to order this paper to be punctually served up and to be looked upon as part of the tea-equipage.
Not sure about the date, actually.
