Quadrivial Quandary:  Logophiles, Rejoice!  Each day we give you four unusual words.  Can you fit them all in one illustrative sentence?

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It seemed that the anschauung of Bartleby was irrevocably and indeed increasingly glum, rooted in alienation and depression, but then my partner hired Paul Weevil, who spilled the ink, spoiled the nibs, blotted his copy, scuffed his shoes on the stairs and hallways, sang drinking songs and recited long passages memoriter from Longfellow, until the day Bartleby snapped and, leaping to his feet, seized Weevil by his lapels, dragged him to the window, and hurled him through it, whereupon our colleagues rushed to observe the result of this abrupt defenestration, but we saw that Weevil was picking himself up out of the shards of glass on the Fifth Avenue pavement and apparently was not seriously harmed---and Bartleby was downright cheerful for at least ten days. (by TheMagicalExplodingUnicorns)


Countess Brunnhilda von Machfleine-Hohenzollern stared at her three visitors and then rang for her maid and ordered tea for Hitler and coffee for Goebbels, Himmler and herself and then waited; it didn't take long – Hitler abhorred a vacuum and always filled it, unless the silence was of his own instigation: "we have a problem with Baldur," he said softly, so unlike his public voice which could fill a theatre without microphones and she gazed at him, unable to focus thanks to the alcohol, but she had his image imprinted on her brain, and waited still: "he and his batman, Dietrich Doopeltag, have been in an incident, a rather embarrassing one," and still she waited; Hitler hated alcohol and never touched a drop himself, despised those who could not get through a day or a night without it, which summed up Dietrich and Doopeltag, and herself, come to "they have been found drunk, naked, in a notorious area, frequented by . . . . ." and this time she spoke: "Ladies of the Night?" but he shook his head, "Boys of the Street!" she shook her head, not in denial, for she had long ago stopped denying his wide range of sexual proclivities which never included herself – for which she thanked God, a God she had found herself addressing more frequently, more honestly, than she had ever done since her childhood; Hitler, Uncle Adolf, correctly interpreted the shake of her head and, although he rarely touched anyone, he reached across and patted her hand: "we will take care of this, I wanted you to know personally, he shall not embarrass you or the Party again, of that you may be assured," and she felt tears brim in her eyes - not for Baldur, she had long ceased to shed tears for him, certainly not for that brutish companion, they were tears of relief; he had gone too far this time and would now simply disappear, be erased from the record, from the memory - within the Party it was known as defenestration and was simply a matter of anschauung, carried out without scruple or regret and simply accepted by everyone; Adolf turned to the nudnik Himmler, the one who looked like the assistant manager in the small branch of a small bank in a small town somewhere no-one in the rest of Germany had ever heard of and he simply nodded and said: "it is done," as simple as that; and the memoriter Goebbels who had the most amazing memory Brunnhilda had every met said: "all records will be deleted, the records of his education at the Gymnasium in Heidelberg and then the University will not exist, his birth records and those of his parents, Siegmund and Freia, their parents and grandparents will not exist, your own marriage in Leipzig will not have taken place and there will be no record of it, all photographs will be destroyed as will all photographs with him in them which cannot be edited, newspaper archives will be culled and replacement editions printed for any which include photographic or written references to him - my editors are working on that as we speak; his party card has been withdrawn and the number allocated to another member, I believe that deals with the problem, Meine Fuhrer!" – and there was silence in the room, save for the buzzing in Brunnhilda's head.

(by MissTeriWoman)
The Quandary for Tuesday, May 23, 2017 consisted of: Challenge: use all four words together in one illustrative sentence.

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