In his novel All the Pretty Horses, Cormac McCarthy whips up language like a wizard, and creates words so perfect that they should be engraved on a big pink-granite wall in a park devoted to heroic language.
Today’s addition to the newly-built Word Wall: “ardenthearted.”
McCarthy uses it here:
“What he loved in horses was what he loved in men, the blood and the heat of the blood that ran them. All his reverence and all his fondness and all the leanings of his life were for the ardenthearted and they would always be so and never be otherwise.”
(Note: From now on when you hear those groups chanting “build the wall! build the wall!” just pretend this is the one they mean.)