Singerer. What does that mean? Is it a real word?
I read the sentence from where it had caught my eye, on the other side of M&S, where the reusable bags were making a wall display.
There is no love singerer than the love of food.
Still didn’t make sense. I read it again.
Ah!! SINCERER! At least that’s a word.
It still doesn’t make sense, though. That word sincere doesn’t really belong in that sentence. We can eat for lots of reasons – comfort, because of stress, greed – not just because our bodies are genuinely and unequivocally enjoying the food for what it is.
It’s a bit like the newspaper editor on the news just now, defending his paper’s publishing the story that the McCanns killed their daughter Madeleine. He tried to justify it be saying it kept the story in the headlines. I don’t think anyone was convinced by that answer, even himself. When he asked about the ethics of what was done, he floundered even more, asking/challenging the questioner, very cynically, to define ethics. It’s the same cop out as saying “and what is truth?.”
He clearly thinks that because he perceived there was an appetite for reporting that the McCanns may have killed Madeleine, then that made it ethically OK to report it, and to run it as ‘truth.’ That is not sincerity. It is lying in every sense of the word.
The editor was trying to deny we have a capacity to understand and grasp the truth. It is far too slippery. He was ably witnessing to the fact that we do by having no doubt about his shameless behaviour.
There is no love sincerer than the one that is prepared to lay down its life for its friends. That is worth singering about.