From the title and the intro, I was hoping for an explanation - at last - of those deliberately vague comments in books. You know, the ones where the narrator of the story says that so-and-so exhausted his store of profanity, much to the secret (or open) admiration of his listeners.
Or someone runs out of native language curses and goes on to swear in every other language he or she knows.

The most mysterious of this kind of swearing is from the desert, at least in the books I have read. An example is the Amelia Peabody series by Elizabeth Peters, where one character is known as “The Father of Curses.” He can swear with great vividness and enthusiasm and is greatly admired by his workmen. But his comments are not included with the story as his wife is too much a lady to repeat them, even in a private diary.

Don’t think that sticking your boobs out and trying to look f—able will help. Remember you’re in a rock and roll band. It’s not “f— me,” it’s “f— you!”

Amazing versatility, that F word.

So, anyway, word of the day from my friend Stuart, recently relocated to the deep South from Scotland (and immediately having started a movement to allow the sale of higher-alcohol content beer in the local shops, ha ha): sarchasm. Sarchasm is the gulf opening between the author of sarcastic wit, and the reader or listener who doesn’t get it. He makes no claim as to the originality of the term, btw. Just thought I’d share, I think it’s a good word!