Just found this wonderful piece by my friend out west. It's pretty rare these days to encounter someone who uses English as fully and masterly as he does.
He has always had an exceptional vocabulary, but it's not a pretense. He uses those words because they are the best words.
I understand those words, but never use them -- my formative environment didn't allow for that. His did, and so he grew and grew and grew. Magnificent to witness, really. Oddly, though, my vocabulary range increases as I get drunk. I forget where I came from, and who I'm talking to.