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Loquacious and its derivations

It’s derived from Latin loquor, to speak.
Soliloquy:
It mean a speech to oneself as its formed of solus, alone and loquor.  It makes us clear about soliloquize, soliloquist and others.
Circumlocution:
It has the same root: loquor. circum means around, so its meaning is talking around and not directly. Also be clear about next word circumlocutory.
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