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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Sir Peveril MacFarlane threw down his copy of The Quadrivial Quandary: a weekly satirical commentary on London Life, Love and Literary Loneliness edited and published by Mr Barnaby Rudge in Covent Garden, and stared hard at his Man, Dirk Doubleday, who was lounging on the seat opposite him; their hackney was nearing The Temple, where MacFarlane had a meeting scheduled with his Lawyer and half-brother, Martin Elginbrod: "some floozy going by the name of Miss Filbert has made allegations against the Duchess of Dover and the Duke of Old Holborn, broadcasting scandalous lies to all and sundry!" at which Doubleday laughed: "guid fer hurrr, wha'e'er she be, thon auld biddy shouldna be chasin efter men a quarter o her age, an as fer Auld Holburrn, he filched a soverrreign oot o ma jaicket pooch t'ither day – he's incorrrrrrigible!" and MacFarlane suppressed a snigger, Doubleday was incorrigible too and really shouldn't be encouraged to malign his betters, no matter how much his Master agreed with him: "well, I want you to identify this Miss Filbert and see if she's worth shagging, that might bring her to her senses – and she refers to a librettist called Gilbert, but Gilbert Who I haven't a clue – squeeze that out of her whatever way takes your fancy, they are crows and crows are stenophagous birds, they only feed on carrion! so I'll be here for a couple of hours, if you have any information before then, send me a note," and with that, the hackney drew out and they both descended; MacFarlane into The Temple to meet Elginbrod, while Doubleday threaded his way through the streets towards Covent Garden; he knew a good number of doxies in the locality and if he got the runaround on this job, he'd have no problem releasing his tension, that was for sure; "ah well," he thought to himself as he enjoyed the stroll, "all men may have their secrets, for it is only within that we know who we truly are," and in his case, this was certainly true – his master did not know, nor could have guessed that he, Doubleday, was a subscriber to the QQ, is aficionados know it, had a complete set of three volumes bound in softback covers, was a discreet provider of titbits about the doings of the Gentry, and indeed had penned several pieces himself, had one in his pocket with the intention of delivering it to Mr Rudge in person, and had an inkling that he might already know who this Miss Filbert, a pseudonym obviously, might be: the person he was thinking of had red hair, abundantly curled, the pale complexion with freckles that so naturally accompanies the hair colour, a determined set to her features that was not unpleasing, but he also knew that she was herself a Sapphist, tho he relished any challenge and, even were her unsuccessful, he was never one to bear a grudge, unlike his Master, a black-hearted devil, as Doubleday knew to his cost, and his face hardened at the memory, but just then he heard, from the open door of the Public House on the corner of The Strand where many of the scribblers resorted, the euphonious, musical voice of the very She whom he sought: Miss Theresa Somerville – well, she may not be Miss Filbert, but he would enjoy a brief encounter with her more than a long one with Mr Rudge, who was one of those earnest young men who take their humour so very seriously that they never smile nor do they laugh from Dawn till Dusk!

(by MissTeriWoman)

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I had a stenophagous bird
That only digested tough words
He baulked at the plain,
Would abhor and abstain,
And broadcast his scorn 'til I heard.
 
His screeches were death to all euphony
Until I would feed him more suitably
But a softback by chance
Made him fall in a trance
With its simpleton's diet, presumably.
 
I roused him with speeches stentorious;
I plied him with words meritorious;
But all he denied,
And eventually died
From a diet so strange and censorious.
(by OldRawgabbit)
The Quandary for Tuesday, October 17, 2017 consisted of: Challenge: use all four words together in one illustrative sentence.

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