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:


"Darcus Dubledey, as I live and breathe!" cried Matzfalinkov with astonishment, "but how? when your mother left our house I was bereft at the loss of my childhood playmate – what were we then? five or six? oh, let me look at you! and how is your mother? where did you go?" at which his long-lost and now unexpectedly re-united friend gave a chuckle: "she fares well, Comrade, she married Lev Bronstein when they were imprisoned in Moscow in 1899 and they were exiled together to Siberia, I was with them for a year or two but the educational facilities were non-existent so I was sent to my grandparents' in Nikolaev," and Matzfalinkov broke in: "you are Trotsky's step-son, my God! and just a corporal, on guard duty?" the corporal looked sternly at him: "less of the 'just a corporal' Comrade, every soldier has a job to do to protect the Soviet and a General is no more important than a Corporal, he just has a different job! and my job is to act as a reeve, to allow those who deserve, to pass through," but Parkoff had more questions: "and what of your father, Drago Dubledey, did your mother divorce him?" at which the corporal laughed: "that man was no more my father than the Tsar, he was a whatchamacallit, a cuckold, Comrade, or should I call you 'Brother'? for though we have different mothers, we share a father, Count Petrov!" and for the first time since he had arrived, Matzfalinkov felt his grip of reality – and his prospects – slipping; his perception had changed, it was almost as if his head had swollen to the size and shape of a pumpkin – though a part of his mind knew that was impossible, only an emotional and nervous reaction to what he had just been told. and that was the thread he needed to follow, and as he was just cottoning on, he heard a familiar voice coming from somewhere behind the desk, and, yes, he was sure of it!

(by MissTeriWoman)


I reeve the rope to fix the sail;
I kick the pumpkin and the pail;
I clear the decks of whatchamacallit,
And anything that might befall it,
I've cottoned onto laissez faire
So now I'll sail without a care.
(by OldRawgabbit)
The Quandary for Thursday, November 09, 2017 consisted of: Challenge: use all four words together in one illustrative sentence.

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