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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And while the Bulgarian Assassin Extraordinaire was making preparations for his pièce de résistance, there was not a whisper in Berlin regarding the mysterious disappearance of Count Baldur von Machfleine and his batman, Dietrich Doopeltag; certainly plenty of people had been disappearing in Berlin and throughout Germany since the Nazis had come to power, but this was different, particularly since the people most obviously puzzled and wondering and nosing around in the sewers were the Gestapo and the SS who were usually the ones who did the disappearing; and questions were beginning to be asked higher up the ranks and as far as Reichsfuhrer-SS Heinrich Himmler was concerned, that rankled: he did not like it when Goebbels made snide comments about him mislaying things, or when Goering asked pointedly about losing things, or when the megalomaniac Fuhrer asked him if he was perhaps feeling too much under pressure and perhaps due a holiday; so Himmler was not at all a happy man, his already pallid complexion was turning distinctly reseda and he did not think the greenish tinge suited him or his position in the Party – he even began seeing more of Elisabeth Mühlau in the afternoons, rather than at night, and that put additional pressure on her Uncle, Hans Steckrübe, because the two Americans were putting the squeeze on him to keep recording the Reichsfuhrer-SS's trysts and they were even suggesting that he hide a camera somewhere in the room and take compromising photographs of Himmler and his neice and he felt that that was going too far, because although she wasn't really his neice and he was no-one's uncle, Elisabeth and Hans trusted one another and he did not like the idea of the Americans gloating over images of her, but at the same time they had so much on him already that he was unable to put up more than token resistence and that was how he found himself in the hotel room shortly after the occupants had finished with it and gone their separate ways; yes, it transpired that the ceiling rose was rather handily located above the bed and was very ornate and he felt he could probably fit his little secret camera inside it, with the lens aimed towards the bed and he could use the remote control shutter release he had invented – it was operated by a radio signal from the van and though he would rather see what was being photographed, he would need to rely on what activity he could hear through his headphones and let his imagination do the rest; the truth of the matter was, for all the danger and inconvenience the Americans were putting him in, it was certainly more exciting than his humdrum daily grind as a storekeeper/janitor at Gestapo Headquarters and he did rather fancy the idea that he was an otacust, a spy: he had done plenty of spying in his life – peeping through curtains or cracks in a door, which was why he had made the little camera in the first place. it was good to have a record of the sights he had seen; the prim schoolmistress, who had looked down her nose at him, being fucked by the Mayor of their little town. or the stout and piggy-eyed Baker's wife spit-roasted by her husband and his brother, or the town Miller sucking the cock of his apprentice while his wife and family were at Mass, and the octagenarian Priest, old Father Anselm, who had bored a handy hole in the confessional, so that any females seeking absolution had to suck his fat sausage before being sent of with three Hail Marys and an Our Father!

(by MissTeriWoman)

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Are you an otacust, maybe?
Or a megalomaniac?
'Coz, all know you spy, you see,
When we're having a private chat.
And yesterday we caught you out
(Your face went the colour reseda)
When it transpired you'd poked your snout
Into delicate secret data!
(by OldRawgabbit)
The Quandary for Monday, May 14, 2018 consisted of: Challenge: use all four words together in one illustrative sentence.

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