Zeech´ous, a. Lively, but tiresome; exhaustingly original.
The zeech is usually a good talker and a bad conversationalist; he colors the party, you have to take his tone. He may bring in the sunshine but he destroys those subtler half-lights which give atmosphere.
Curiously, the zeech is a great mixer and yet he will not mix; things must go his way. He is dynamic but has nothing in reserve. (See Spuzz.)
There are no surprises in the zeech—you know what he is going to do and say. You will laugh, but in the end be bored. He makes the party “go,” but prevents its being an occasion.
The zeech is conspicuous, brilliant—but exhausting.
You invite the zeech to dinner, and the first time you are enthusiastic about him. By the third, however, your wife ventures to say, “Oh, let’s not have him this time!” (See Cowcat.)
The zeech told stories without end,
The life of all the party.
He made no joke that could offend,
He made us laugh so hearty!
But when at last the door was shut,
She said, and hid a yawn,
“Oh, he was so amusing, but
I’m very glad he’s gone!”
Zob´zib, n. An amiable fool, a blunderer. One who is kind, but brainless.
Zob´zib, v. To act with misguided zeal.