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Dig into the diffsTM behind the wikied bits in the Gogolian Gnarledge Graaf, then breathe gently through anyone's nose upon the frozen words1 you find. You may smell:

  • barking dogs,
  • howling hounds,
  • nine (or more!) ghosts of Socks the cat
  • & four parking-lot ponies being flogged by the faux-nez writers of the apocalypse.2

(expurgated from the Guide)

 This userbox is crooked.


Speaker's notes

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1 Rabelais, "Paroles gelées", 1552.

En plein mer, nous banquetant, grignotant, devisant, et faisant beau et court discours...
Le pilot feist responce : Seigneur, de rien ne vous effrayez. Icy est le confin de la mer glaciale,
  sus laquelle feut au commencement de l’hyver dernier passé grosse & felonne bataille
   entre les Arispammiens & les Nephelibarres.

2 Sales & Cruft, The Hummingbird Wobblies, 2023.

Their wings make up to seventy edits to the air per second.