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

Quandary Resolutions by MissTeriWoman

  • #8654 submitted 09/26/2020: seat-of-the-pants, learn the ropes, emollient, ambidexterity, n.

    "It's not far, just a few hundred yardswhich is anathema to as many HBers as would probably baulk at walking in LA, although there they would likely cite crime as their reasonit's the first one I opened on my own, while Dad was still running the other three, and though I learned the ropes by Mom and Dad's side in the kitchens, at home and in the restaurants, opening my ownand Thai at thatwas really flying by the seat of my pants, but I've always relished a challenge, it's not about making moneynot for me, anywayI love cooking, for a full house, or for myself, at home, d'you know, Lolly came over a couple of times, to my apartment, and said that she trusted me, ha, ha, she was a bit of a picky eater, not on any particular diet, but there were some things didn't agree with her and she always carried a little bottle of some emollient in her purse, maybe she has an ulcer? but I tell you one thing, she was ambidextrous, like me, which most chefs are—is it something we're born with, or acquire through practice? I dunno—and she can juggle, she's got strong hands, wrists and arms, I've watched her juggling with three, no five wine bottles and they are heavy things, my wrists couldn't have done it, I can't juggle anyway but to send five unopened bottles of wine spinning through the air, catching them and keeping it going was amazing, Jessica was there too, yeah, the three of us, Lolly said we were HB's Three Musketeers!"

  • #8653 submitted 09/25/2020: seat-of-the-pants, jovial, translucent, transitarium, n.

    "Why am I looking so jovial? surely I'm translucent enough, can't you tell? no? well, at the risk of sounding like I'm giving you a kick up the seat of your pants, the truth is, I feel like I'm in a transitarium, watching the transit of Venus in front of the Sun, when I'm looking at you, clouds and shadows move across your face, it's like everything I've told you is writ large there, whenever I mention Lolly, there's a twitch in your right eyelidthe lower oneand when I spoke about the old guy who might be a gal, the left corner of your mouth turned up slightly, you think you know who she is, don't you? but how are you going to confirm it, I wonder? oh, but of course, the person Muddler thought I was is still at large, forgotten in the embarrassment of football-tackling an innocent womanwell, innocent of any crimeand I rather think he, it is a he, isn't it? yes, that little tell when I'm right, you'll have to do something about the unconscious messages contained in your body language, I'm surprised that someone who has travelled in Time and Space hasn't attained sufficient self-awareness or, or maybe you have, and all this parade is really a charade, to point me in the wrong direction, or, on the other hand, not, so, would you like a good curry? there's a lovely little Thai place just around the corner, it's popular with staff from the Hospital, but at the moment it should be quiet and anyway, what's the good of being the owner if you can't get a discreet table in the corner, from which you can see everything without being observed yourself, coming Phelim? or whatever your name really is! my treat."

  • #8652 submitted 09/24/2020: brownshirt, mercurial, nepotism, cannet, n.

    "Hi, Ah dinnae want tae be lang, she's just gone to the Ladies, ye got oot okay? aye, thon wis jist Muddler livin uptae his name an bein dumb an dumber, he shood hae left thon dick at the back close door, in case sumdy tried tae leggitaye, youbut insteed he telt the bampot tae bash the door doon an belt through tae the front whaur the galloot jumped the wummin like a Fascist Broonshirt in Berlinmind whit thon wis like?—she's cried Ruby Murray, has a chain o Indian restaurants, hoo dae ah ken if they cook cannet, whizzat when it's at hame? a beakless, footless duck? izzat sum kind o sicko joke? dinnae answer that, Ah divnae ken if she's a guid cook, it's a faimly business, she took ower efter her faither retired, sae it's nepotism, but in hur case she seems tae be the exception tae the rule that genes get baggy an saggy the mair generations wear them, Ah'd guess she's a bit mercurial, she fancies ither wimmen oneywey but the two things Ah want tae ken aboot ur the wummin in Nummer 5 and the auld guy, wha may be a lassie, in Nummer 6, well, if ye dinnae ken then ye'd best get back there an find oot, cause ane o thae at least has a connection tae Miss Montecello! that's hur cummin back, Ah'll ca' ye later, ciao."

  • #8651 submitted 09/23/2020: trouser role, tellurian, crabwise, dulciloquy, n.

    "Oh yes, I have seen him since Lolly vanished, yepp, right here in town, in fact, you just missed him earlier, well 'cause he's been staying at No. 6 in that old brownstone your friend Muddler, okay, I apologise, he's no-one's friend, except Roger Muddler's, anyway, I'd just been visiting a friend of mine, no, a girlfriend, who's in No. 5, across the hall from 6, and when I was leaving, blow me, if that ain't the very same dude I saw with Lolly just a week ago, letting himself in to 6, and I thought about him as I came down the stairs, if it wasn't for his moustache, there was a certain grace about his movements, he didn't walk crabwise like so many old guys, and I don't think he saw meI was just opening the door to come outbut there was definitely something about the way he walked, it made me wonder if he wasn't as old as he'd looked on the street, in fact, it made me think he wasn't a he at all, but some gal doing a trouser role, and the more I thought about it, coming down the stairs, the more I began to believe that that was exactly it, and it put what I'd seenhim and Lollyinto some kind of perspective, because I don't know if anyone's told you, but Lolly, for all the work she does at the Truck Stopoh, yes, I know all about it, and moreis actually what they used to call a Sapphist, after Sappho, the old Greek woman poet on the island of Lesbos, hence the modern term, Lesbian, have you ever read her work? what do you mean, 'from her own lips'? you're going to have to explain yourself, Phelim, Time Traveller? do I look like a Donkey? oh, Shiva Ashutosh, is that true? for fuck sake, oh, sorry, I don't usually swear but, backwards and forwards? anywhere in the Universe? okay, tellurian, that's like, what, on Earth? but how long have you been doing this? no, no, I don't know if I really want to know all this, please though, one thing: what was Sappho's voice like? if I believe what you say about that, I'll believe the rest, wow! oh yes, I know that one:

    Awed by her splendour
    stars near the lovely
    moon cover their own
    bright faces
    when she
    is roundest and lights
    earth with her silver

    oh Hell, I know them all, and she sang them, yes? a dulciloquy! oh man, suddenly I feel like some star-struck teen, and I want you to take me there, back then, to Lesbos, and as for the future, well, the present, here, now, Hanna Barbera, the USA, everything, can go fuck itself without me, okay, okay, just let me take some deep breaths and calm myself down, I don't know if anything that's happening is real or imagined, but, okay, okay, right, well, I came down the stairs, thinking about the old guy, or the gal—not necessarily so old at all—and at the bottom I heard the knocking on the door and something about a pizza delivery for No. 6 and I though, 'great, an excuse to go up and find out,' so I opened the door and suddenly I was in the middle of an episode of American Horror Story!

  • #8650 submitted 09/22/2020: shirtsleeve, martial, operose, Christophany, n.

    "The thing was, he wasn't a shirtsleeve kind of guy, he had shot cuffs with cufflinks, had a vest under his coat, you know, with a watch and chain, and had a martial bearing, which went with the shoes, not that he was tall, but he carried himself well, and yet there was an operose air about him, you know, of something difficult, some undertaking that's onerous and weighing on him, a kind of ennui, perhaps a sense of failure or disappointment, like someone who's just had a Christophany, a whatchamacallit? an epiphany? sorry, not my religion, but one of those earth-stopping revelations, only to discover that it wasn't anything of the sort at all, just a trick of the light or an overactive imagination, the way kids can see the shape of a grizzly bear or a ferocious monster, in the shadow of a coat and hat on a stand but instead of being pleased when the light of day shows they were mistaken, they actually wish it had been true, at least that's how he seemed to me."

  • #8649 submitted 09/21/2020: fancy-pants, olive branch, juncture, Yat, n. and adj.

    "You know she could speak Yat? just like she came from N'Orleans, and the last time I saw her before she disappeared, she was with this real fancy-pants kind of a guy, just at the juncture of Main and the Twin Forks, Romulus and Remus, and they were both yammin' an' yawwin' and I got the impression that the old boy, he was definitely eighty if he was a day, all done up with a waistcoat and a bowler hat, and a grey moustache, and his shoes! what they used to call co-respondents, you know the kind I mean? two-tone, well it felt like he was offering Lolly an olive branch, trying to heal some kind of a breach, maybe he's her old pappy, or gran-pappy, begging her to come home, though I never knew how she learned to talk that jive, because I know for a fact she was born here, right here in Hanna Barbera, but I bet that old guy could tell you something, Phelim."

  • #8648 submitted 09/20/2020: recreant, missing in action, ubiquitous, gypit, adj.

    "Oh, hi, you're still here, I'm fine, nothing broken, my eyes need a bit more irrigation and they did all the scans and I'll probably have some bruises but nothing to worry about, I felt a bit gypit, if you know what I mean, can we go somewhere for a coffee? down this way, if I remember, yes, Ye Olde Coffee Shoppe, I just hope the coffee isn't that old, actually it's fine, I've been in here before, I'll have a latte, thank you, Phelim, mmmm this is nice, it is rather peaceful but I know it can be pretty noisy when folk with kids come in, so, you work for Variety? and how long are you going to be here? oh, ha ha, you prefer to ask the questions, huh? okay, fire away—metaphorically, thougha Mister Chatterji? no, he's MIA, missing in action, oh no, nothing like that, he was another ubiquitous recreant like Roger Muddler, a serial adulterer I needed in my life like an eyeful of chilli, anyway, I walked out of the hotel in Paris, where we were supposed to be celebrating our first anniversary, with his phone, his wallet with all his cards, his passport and a few other proofs of identity and threw them all in the Seine, came home and didn't hear from him for months, then one day I received a long-distance call from Sidney, Australia, it was him and I just killed the call, not heard a dickie-bird since then and the tranquillity is terrific and, despite what Roger said, I no longer call myself Mrs Chatterji, in fact I answer more to Ruby Murray than Rubella Murriani now, mainly because a lot of people believe that is my name and why shouldn't they? of course I know Lolly's birth name, have you spoken with Jessica? okay, and she told you about. . . . .? well, then, there's something I ought to tell you."

  • #8647 submitted 09/19/2020: recreant, yo-ho-ho, fountainhead, sea-puss, n.

    "So why were you asking? about Ember Days, like out of nowhere, after we've been sitting half-an-hour waiting to be seen—well, me, I don't know why you're still here—you just open your mouth and ask me what do I know about them, like it's something we'd been discussing, so, who mentioned them? what friend of who? oh, the missing woman, Lollobello Montecello? yes, slightly, she's been to the restaurant a few times, not quite regular, but fairly frequent, usually with a woman friend, sometimes two, and a couple of times with that miscreant, the one who had me jumped, Roger Muddler! so, yo-ho-ho, it pays to come to the fountainhead, doesn't it, sea-puss? oh, and by the way, you must've misheard, because another couple of times Miss Montecello came with Amber Day! ah, at last, you'd better wait here if you want to know more, God knows how long this is going to take, wish me luck."

  • #8646 submitted 09/18/2020: recreant, Ember day, delve, pronoid, n.

    "I'm sorry, Phelim, I don't know what an Ember Day is - something to do with September, November, December? or burnt food? oh, a Christian thing, well I'm sorry, I don't know anything about it, but if you see Muddler again, ask him, or better still, Jessica, she's the brains in that marriage, except when it comes to seeing him for what he is, but please don't tell her I said that."

  • #8645 submitted 09/18/2020: recreant, Ember day, delve, pronoid, n.

    "Thank you, kind sir, but I don't know your name, ah, Phelim MacFarlane, is that Scottish or Irish? well, take my advice Mr MacFarlane, alright, Phelim, and keep away from that recreant Roger MuddlerMuddler by name and by nature, if you ask mehe is the most conceited pronoid in Hanna Barberaand there are plenty, believe mehe fantasises that every woman he meets is in love with him and every man wants to be his best friend, it's Jessica I feel sorry for, being married to such a self-lover as he, must feel very lonely at times, if it weren't for the children I think she would just pack up and leave, she's every bit as qualified as he is and could make a good living for herself in private practice, I don't know why she sticks in that officeshe's Special Counsel to the Mayor, you knowbut I think it's some sense of Civic Duty, her grandfather Old Judge Mugwump sat on the Bench for fifty years, died the day after he retired, always said you can either be an honest lawyer or a rich lawyer, but never both, and I think that's the kind of Faithas well as her religion, of coursethat keeps her going, I remember her from school, we were in the same year, she'd delve into dictionaries and encyclopaedias if she was working on a project, to be certain that she was absolutely correct in whatever argument, or assignment, she had undertaken, I was never so scholarly, even then, food was my passion, my own grandfather, Gupta Gutterjee opened the first Curry Houseas it was called thenin HB and lived above it, that's where I was born, and the whole family worked in the business, I took over from my dad and when he and my mom moved to Florida, I changed the name, I was born Rubella Murriani but my pals all called me Ruby Murray because of a British pop-star who visited Hanna Barbera during a World Tour in 1955 and returned in 1985, the year I was born, apparently she visited the restaurant both times, there's a photo of her with my grandfather, and another with my mom and dad, on the board where we display famous visitors - six Presidents, dozens of Congressmen, twenty Heads of State from all over the world, a whole bunch of movie and tv stars - though some of the younger customers have to read the names to find out who a few of them areit was started by my grandfather, so he could prove that he wasn't making them up, and became a tradition we still continue, I feel a bit silly going to the hospital for a few bumps and bruises, what was that all about? why did those men all jump on me and why, especially, did that Muddler squirt chilli sauce in my eyes? as soon as it happened I knew what it was, we use lots of chilli in our food, and I've had it in my eyes before, you know, you touch your face with the back of your hand without thinking while slicing chillis, peppers, garlic, all sorts of things and you soon know it, but what was it all about? oh, here we are, you really don't need to come in, Mr, err, Phelim, but maybe you can explain to the Doctor what happened, better than me, because I still don't know."

  • #8644 submitted 09/17/2020: verbigerate, hokum, limpid, walklet, n.

    At the risk of sounding rather limpid, I will say in my Defence, "it wasn't my fault, M'Lud, I kept getting an Error Notice, which was obviously a load of hokum, but caused the apparent verbigeration on my part to occur blindly," and now I shall go outside for a little walklet and, like Captain Oates, I may be some time! 

  • #8643 submitted 09/17/2020: verbigerate, hokum, limpid, walklet, n.

    "Ruby, err, Mrs Murray, are you alright, let me help you up, what a fiasconever engage dimwits to do a responsible jobthese mencall them Police Officers? why, I'd just as rather call them buffoonslet me dust you down, here's a bottle of water to rinse your eyes, oh, gosh, they're red and fiery, what? you can't see a thing? an acid attack? oh, no, I can assure you, it was entirely accidental, a mischance, a misstep, an unusual convergence of entirely separate elements which by the remotest ill-chance all came together as you opened the door, oh! no, in no way do I mean to imply that it was your faultby opening the doorthat resulted in what unfortunately and well-nigh impossibly happened to happen, oh, Mrs Murray, Ruby, you denigrate me, verbigerative? why, not even Courtroom Opponents nor Learned Judges, would describe me in such bitter terms, hokum? may I assure you that I have never employed hokum in my puff, especially not in my dealings with you, limpid? is that how you really and truly regard me? my dear, love of my life, you know that if you and I were free I would consider it the most supreme achievement of my life, were you to become my wife, you are all I care about, all I wish for, please, best beloved, Star of the Orient, can we not take a little walklet while we wait for the ambulance? how are your eyes now? such lovely eyes too, but they can do all sorts of wonderful things these days, but rest assured I have sent those oafs about their business, you and I are alone at last and I will gladly accompany you to the Emergency Room, Phelim! what a fright you gave me, creeping up like that, why are you still here? why didn't you go with the Keystone Kops? can't you see that poor Mrs Murray requires sympathy and comfort and. . . . .recording? without my knowledge? how dare you, I'll sue you and Variety for every last cent you've got, no, please, come back, surely we can reach an agreement? Phelim! no! you can't let my wife hear all that, she'll get the wrong end of the stick, no, Ruby, I'm not talking about us, this reporter's from the National Enquirer, he's trying to make a scandal of your unfortunate accident, no, I know you were attacked, but you were the wrong person, in the wrong place at the wrong time, listen, the ambulance is coming, here it is, shall I get in with you? what? him! what do you want him for? but Ruby, darling, I. . . . ."

  • #8642 submitted 09/17/2020: verbigerate, hokum, limpid, walklet, n.

    "Ruby, err, Mrs Murray, are you alright, let me help you up, what a fiasconever engage dimwits to do a responsible jobthese mencall them Police Officers? why, I'd just as rather call them buffoonslet me dust you down, here's a bottle of water to rinse your eyes, oh, gosh, they're red and fiery, what? you can't see a thing? an acid attack? oh, no, I can assure you, it was entirely accidental, a mischance, a misstep, an unusual convergence of entirely separate elements which by the remotest ill-chance all came together as you opened the door, oh! no, in no way do I mean to imply that it was your faultby opening the doorthat resulted in what unfortunately and well-nigh impossibly happened to happen, oh, Mrs Murray, Ruby, you denigrate me, verbigerative? why, not even Courtroom Opponents nor Learned Judges, would describe me in such bitter terms, hokum? may I assure you that I have never employed hokum in my puff, especially not in my dealings with you, limpid? is that how you really and truly regard me? my dear, love of my life, you know that if you and I were free I would consider it the most supreme achievement of my life, were you to become my wife, you are all I care about, all I wish for, please, best beloved, Star of the Orient, can we not take a little walklet while we wait for the ambulance? how are your eyes now? such lovely eyes too, but they can do all sorts of wonderful things these days, but rest assured I have sent those oafs about their business, you and I are alone at last and I will gladly accompany you to the Emergency Room, Phelim! what a fright you gave me, creeping up like that, why are you still here? why didn't you go with the Keystone Kops? can't you see that poor Mrs Murray requires sympathy and comfort and. . . . .recording? without my knowledge? how dare you, I'll sue you and Variety for every last cent you've got, no, please, come back, surely we can reach an agreement? Phelim! no! you can't let my wife hear all that, she'll get the wrong end of the stick, no, Ruby, I'm not talking about us, this reporter's from the National Enquirer, he's trying to make a scandal of your unfortunate accident, no, I know you were attacked, but you were the wrong person, in the wrong place at the wrong time, listen, the ambulance is coming, here it is, shall I get in with you? what? him! what do you want him for? but Ruby, darling, I. . . . ."

  • #8641 submitted 09/17/2020: verbigerate, hokum, limpid, walklet, n.

    "Ruby, err, Mrs Murray, are you alright, let me help you up, what a fiasconever engage dimwits to do a responsible jobthese mencall them Police Officers? why, I'd just as rather call them buffoonslet me dust you down, here's a bottle of water to rinse your eyes, oh, gosh, they're red and fiery, what? you can't see a thing? an acid attack? oh, no, I can assure you, it was entirely accidental, a mischance, a misstep, an unusual convergence of entirely separate elements which by the remotest ill-chance all came together as you opened the door, oh! no, in no way do I mean to imply that it was your faultby opening the doorthat resulted in what unfortunately and well-nigh impossibly happened to happen, oh, Mrs Murray, Ruby, you denigrate me, verbigerative? why, not even Courtroom Opponents nor Learned Judges, would describe me in such bitter terms, hokum? may I assure you that I have never employed hokum in my puff, especially not in my dealings with you, limpid? is that how you really and truly regard me? my dear, love of my life, you know that if you and I were free I would consider it the most supreme achievement of my life, were you to become my wife, you are all I care about, all I wish for, please, best beloved, Star of the Orient, can we not take a little walklet while we wait for the ambulance? how are your eyes now? such lovely eyes too, but they can do all sorts of wonderful things these days, but rest assured I have sent those oafs about their business, you and I are alone at last and I will gladly accompany you to the Emergency Room, Phelim! what a fright you gave me, creeping up like that, why are you still here? why didn't you go with the Keystone Kops? can't you see that poor Mrs Murray requires sympathy and comfort and. . . . .recording? without my knowledge? how dare you, I'll sue you and Variety for every last cent you've got, no, please, come back, surely we can reach an agreement? Phelim! no! you can't let my wife hear all that, she'll get the wrong end of the stick, no, Ruby, I'm not talking about us, this reporter's from the National Enquirer, he's trying to make a scandal of your unfortunate accident, no, I know you were attacked, but you were the wrong person, in the wrong place at the wrong time, listen, the ambulance is coming, here it is, shall I get in with you? what? him! what do you want him for? but Ruby, darling, I. . . . ."

  • #8640 submitted 09/17/2020: verbigerate, hokum, limpid, walklet, n.

    "Ruby, err, Mrs Murray, are you alright, let me help you up, what a fiasconever engage dimwits to do a responsible jobthese mencall them Police Officers? why, I'd just as rather call them buffoonslet me dust you down, here's a bottle of water to rinse your eyes, oh, gosh, they're red and fiery, what? you can't see a thing? an acid attack? oh, no, I can assure you, it was entirely accidental, a mischance, a misstep, an unusual convergence of entirely separate elements which by the remotest ill-chance all came together as you opened the door, oh! no, in no way do I mean to imply that it was your faultby opening the doorthat resulted in what unfortunately and well-nigh impossibly happened to happen, oh, Mrs Murray, Ruby, you denigrate me, verbigerative? why, not even Courtroom Opponents nor Learned Judges, would describe me in such bitter terms, hokum? may I assure you that I have never employed hokum in my puff, especially not in my dealings with you, limpid? is that how you really and truly regard me? my dear, love of my life, you know that if you and I were free I would consider it the most supreme achievement of my life, were you to become my wife, you are all I care about, all I wish for, please, best beloved, Star of the Orient, can we not take a little walklet while we wait for the ambulance? how are your eyes now? such lovely eyes too, but they can do all sorts of wonderful things these days, but rest assured I have sent those oafs about their business, you and I are alone at last and I will gladly accompany you to the Emergency Room, Phelim! what a fright you gave me, creeping up like that, why are you still here? why didn't you go with the Keystone Kops? can't you see that poor Mrs Murray requires sympathy and comfort and. . . . .recording? without my knowledge? how dare you, I'll sue you and Variety for every last cent you've got, no, please, come back, surely we can reach an agreement? Phelim! no! you can't let my wife hear all that, she'll get the wrong end of the stick, no, Ruby, I'm not talking about us, this reporter's from the National Enquirer, he's trying to make a scandal of your unfortunate accident, no, I know you were attacked, but you were the wrong person, in the wrong place at the wrong time, listen, the ambulance is coming, here it is, shall I get in with you? what? him! what do you want him for? but Ruby, darling, I. . . . ."

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