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:


You are an artless fellow
In your garment made of kersey
Letting out a helpless bellow
Pleading lenience and mercy
The enemy surrounds you
In a kind of murmuration
And the vanward near confounds you
But you tarry at your station.
(by OldRawgabbit)


MacFadden stared back: "ye jist walked in, Pal, ye must ken whaur ye ur!" and one of the other men faux-whispered into his companion's ear, "let me try," then spoke to MacFadden: "please accept my apologies, my friend is suffering from concussion as, indeed, are we all, we are sorry to intrude on you, but if you can just point us in the right direction for Glasgow, we'll be on our way, and . . . . ." was met with genuinely mirthful laughter: "yer aboot a million miles aff the merk, Jimmy, an dinnae come the crack aboot concussion, yer stark, starin bonkers, staunin here in Antarctica an looking fur a bus tae Glesca! in the name o the Wee Man, huv ye bin pit up tae this by Murdo in Hut #3? fer fuck sake, ah'll hae his guts fer garters tryin that yin oan me, wait till ah see him!" and then the tubby man wearing a bowler hat whispered to the second, and this time MacFadden heard him: "please allow me, Mr Elginbrod; guid mornin, sur, whit if I ask ye fur Dönitz?" and this time MacFadden nearly doubled up, holding onto his sides: "doughnuts? yer chappin, Pal, tell that Murdo he's Toast!" and the reference to Sir Cinnamon clearly threw the intruders into further confusion and they began a murmuration among themselves, all waving arms which cast fantastic bird-like shadows over the walls, at which point the door opened and closed behind MacPhee, returning from his brief stroll in the blizzard; he stopped in his tracks and his slow gaze alternated between MacFadden and the four strangers, then, as he removed his kersey, still crusted with snow, he said with an unaffected artlessness: "ye didnae tell me we wis haen a pairty!" and the one referred to as Elginbrod said to the others: "we seem to have overshot the runway, gentlemen, perhaps if we go back outside we might be able to retrace our steps, but just one last question, sir, can you tell me the date?" and MacFadden pulled his hut-mate over beside him: "lissen Jazza, this is some fuckin prank by Murdo in #3 but play alang!" and to the others: "it's the 21st o June, 1943whit in Glesca ye micht ca' Midsummer, ha-fuckin-ha, but doon here it's Midwinter! an tell Murdo when ye see him, he's gettin ma dirk up his jacksie fur this! mind an close the door when ye gang oot, Operation Tabarin or nae Operation Tabarin, Careless Talk still Costs Lives! noo SCRAM! vanward-ho the wagons, BEAT IT, tak a powder, buzz aff, vamoose, or in the vernacular: PISS AFF!"" but they were prevented from leaving when the door burst open again and this time three more men tumbled into the hut, bringing a blast of hot air, carrying smoke and ashes along with it!

(by MissTeriWoman)
The Quandary for Saturday, March 24, 2018 consisted of: Challenge: use all four words together in one illustrative sentence.

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