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

Attempts to resolve the Quandary:


The prospectus for the College
Was crumpled in her grasp -
This sassy little madam, she 
Was straight from an Academy;
The interviewer straightened up
And gave a little gasp -
His first knee-jerk reaction
An embarrassing attraction -
But then she started talking
With an accent thick as glue
An endogenous inflection
Such that he upon reflection
Made himself a secret promise
(That he later would eschew)
To wait upon the diction
Before making his decision.
(by OldRawgabbit)


And so, when there was a lull in the conversation of the women, he leaned slightly in her direction and said: "Miss Somerville, I believe," she looked round, not seeming surprised to find herself addressed by a stranger, "have we met?" was all she asked, "not before today," said Doubleday, "but you were pointed out to me by Mr Rudge," she smiled. "you known Barnaby, then?" and he nodded: "yes, I too am a contributor to QQ, though not so regularly as yourself," he added, slightly apologetically; "but you have the advantage over me," she smiled, and he felt himself blush to his roots, something he had not done since he was a wee laddie, caught poaching fish in a burn: "my name is Dirk Doubleday, but I contribute as A Gentleman's Gentleman," adding hastily, "not my own choice, it was Mr Rudge's idea," and laughed, "though it does describe my station in life," and she smiled warmly, then said: "it may describe your employment, Mr Doubleday, but our Station in Life is our own to make and need not be restricted to our way of earning a living, but I fear I am teasing and that is unfair," she extended her hand and he took it, for just a brief and awkward shake, "consider us introduced," said Miss Somerville, "but if you are come to see Mr Rudge, I am afraid that he is not at the Office today, his elderly aunt died and he has gone to Berkshire for her funeral," and Doubleday felt disappointed, until she added, "but his Deputy, Savile Row, is there today; do you have a contribution to deliver?" at which Doubleday nodded, and she continued: "well let us go together, if you don't object, I have this piece to drop off," and he suddenly felt guilty at his own ulterior motive for being here, now, in this place, with the intention of spying on the somewhat sassy, yet open-hearted and trusting young woman who was now standing and putting on a coat and hat, ready to accompany him to the premises of the satirical journal to which they both contributed; "maybe you can tell me how you came to be connected with Mr Rudge and the QQ – I confess I have never met any of the other contributors, it seems that most prefer to hide their lamps under bushels, presumably to protect themselves from the opprobrium which they fear would be heaped upon their heads if their identities were known – oh, I didn't mean to seem critical of your own reasons, you could doubtless lose your position if your employer and his friends knew who you were," at which Doubleday felt something knot in his stomach and he became acutely aware of the dangerous line he was walking; "my own modest earnings are as a hagiographer," said Miss Somerville as they walked, "re-telling the Lives of the Saints in a simple form for children, accompanied with illustrations by Hablot Browne," and she noticed puzzlement in Mr Doubleday's face, "better known perhaps as Phiz, you know, he illustrates a lot of Mr Dickens. books?" and this time Doubleday nodded: "yes, of course, I have actually met Mr Dickens, he and my employer are good friends, have certain interests in common," and he hesitated, for the subject of their common interests were such that he could not divulge them in the presence of a Lady and, whatever her literary or religious interests might be, Miss Somerville was certainly, in his estimation, a Lady! well I," declared Miss Somerville, love music, indeed my interests are quite catholic, as anyone perusing my collection of recordings would quickly discover – I'm rather a discophile . . . . ." and she stopped suddenly, realising her error, but Mr Doubleday seemed unaware of her lapse of attention - "this is 1867," she reminded herself, "not 2017, stupid Bitch!" for she was furious with herself – sound was already being recorded, she was sure, by a French inventor, but certainly it would be a long time before discs became the norm; but Mr Doubleday seemed not to have picked up on her error: "we may not be hewers in the manual sense," he was saying, for some inexplicable reason, she seemed to have lost control of the conversation: "but I suppose we are mining society in some way, highlighting nuances and undercurrents – oh, I make no claim to being literary, but I do rather like to record my observations of the idiosyncrasies I encounter, and demonstrate the humour in them; am I boring you?" and Theresa laughed, "not at all, Mr Doubleday, I love to hear what others say – I'm not so self-centred as to think I am always right, and QQ gives voice to people from many different walks of life, I think that is why it has become so popular at all levels: even if some of our readers become apoplectic and call down Hell-Fire and Brimstone on poor Mr Rudge, for he and Mr Row are the only two people involved who do not hide their identities behind pseudonyms!" and this time Mr Doubleday was the one to laugh: "well, I do not have their courage yet, but who knows, if I become more confident and assured about how and what I write, who knows?" which gave Theresa and idea and from her bag she pulled a small brochure which she handed to him: "this may help, it's a Little Guide to Writing for Publication and Performance, by Messrs Rudge and Row, they gave it to me when I first contacted them, it covers everything from Letters to the Editor, to Music Hall Monologues, and while it does not tell one exactly what to write, it has lots of guidance for how to approach a subject and tailor it for the particular medium you are aiming at, but the best writing will be endogenous – it will come from within you; do take it, I can honestly say that it helped me to get started and I am more than happy to pass it on – if, that is, you haven't already got one?" at which her companion shook his head: "no, I certainly do not! just the prospectus which I picked up in a coffee-house and was the first information I had about QQ though I quickly became a subscriber and after a while a tentative contributor and I am gratified that you feel able to give it to me, I shall certainly read it and see if I can learn how to shape what I write: I do believe that humour is my best bet – I don't know enough about Philosophy or Religion, Law or Literature, but believe that I have an idea of what makes other men laugh, and that is probably the audience, or readership, that I am aiming at, but look!" he stopped and indicated with his head, "we have arrived!" and he opened the door to the Editorial Offices of Quadrivial Quandary and indicated that Miss Somerville should precede him, which, Theresa was acutely aware, meant that her bottom would be about level with his eyes as they climbed the steep stairs and, while she had no interest in Men whatsoever, she was not so blinkered as to be unaware that there were plenty of men who had a quite definite interest in her, for their knee-jerk reactions were always interesting to observe, and she didn't in the least mind for she knew all the ways she could puncture their fragile egos and cool their ardour, but the thought of Mr Doubleday's bright eyes so close behind made her colour a little before she even reached the Office door and knocked sharply on the glass, silently praying that Mr Row would be there and quickly admit them!

(by MissTeriWoman)
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