It was the first assignment of a writing class in college, and it didn't take long to come up with "rhapsody" — a highly emotional utterance, a highly emotional literary work, and a musical composition of irregular form. Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. Not everyone's favorite word but a fair representation of the romantic English major I was at the time.
The professor's favorite word was "deliquesce" — to become soft or liquid with age or maturity — a verb I've come to appreciate more of late. He not only liked it for its sound and spelling, he said, but also because it contained the word "deli."
Another student, the pet, picked "level." A palindrome of perfect symmetry, a word that walks its talk, the two "l"s bolstering the structure, the "e"s in between and the "v" equally open to each side.
Next to "level," "rhapsody" looked silly and sophomoric. But when I heard it on the radio this morning (Brahms Rhapsody in E Flat Minor), I have to admit that it still has a hold on me. And if I had to pick a favorite word again, I don't think I could find a better one.