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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If you've never ridden the red-eye Skyriot, take my advice and don't: it's one of the most incredible experiences of a lifetime and one you'll regret taking as soon as it's over; you board it here and now and the rocket-shaped thing goes straight up into the sky, stops, and then descends just as quickly, but while you were up there, the Earth has continued to spin down below and in a ride of ten minutes, you land thousands of miles to the east and thousands of years earlier, in fact, when you land, in the Middle East, it's BC (Before Clocks) and the people you'll meet are straight out of one of the most incredible historical novels ever written; the first time I went, I met this little Welsh guy, Tom Jones, not the real Tom Jones, whose biography was written by Samuel Richardson, but the fictional one, whose father, Sam Jones of Pontypridd, had sent him out for a loaf of bread but he'd travelled thousands of miles on foot before he found a baker's shop open (all the others he'd passed were on their half-day, early closing, so he'd just kept moving on) now, when he introduced himself as Sam Jones' son Tom, the baker, Geraint Evans, another Welshman from Pontypridd, said: "oh, good, Sam's son, could you take this tray of rolls to the Israelite army before the battle with the Philistines starts?" and when Sam's son reached the battlefield, he found the multitudinous Israelite army hiding behind a Fig tree, so he asked them why, and one, Paddy McGinty, from MacGillycuddy's Reeks near The Gap of Dunloe, in County Kerry, said "because the Philistines've got a Big Fellah, much bigger than us and he says he's going tae eat us for breakfast, so he is!" and the other, David Jones from The Rhondda, said: "and we've got no weapons, only a silly string sling," but Sam's son wasn't fazed, because he was from Ponty and the Lads of Ponty don't back off from a challenge, so he took the silly string sling, and one of the rolls – which had all been baked hard by the blistering sun, went out and from his back pocket took out a proper Welsh Catapult of wood and a thick rubber band and . . . . . well, the rest, as they say, is History, except that it isn't! because even before the hard roll reached the giant Philistine, Sam's son took to his heels, ran past the Fig tree, dropping the silly string sling, shouted "look you, Davy, lad, it's all yours," and headed for the first cafeteria he could find and ordered a chocolate milkshake from the girl behind the counter: "what's your name?" asked Sam's son, Tom, and she told him; well, the milk was on the turn – too long in a sheep's bladder in the sweltering heat – so he left most of it, said "I'm sorry, Delilah, I just couldn't take any more," and headed back to Ponty with the loaf of bread under his arm . . . . . and the rest really is history!

(by MissTeriWoman)
The Quandary for Sunday, October 28, 2018 consisted of: Challenge: use all four words together in one illustrative sentence.

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