Good Black Baron:
I am returned as promised. Tounge honed, gloved in lead and shod in marble. I was sorely tempted to produce an Emergency Blog on the matter before us, but my world reknown clemency forbid such an action and thus considered it most prudent and gracious to keep the proceedings private.
The extent of your vocabulary humbles me. Yet, the logic of your musings astounds me.
Pantechnicon: You have your words collected and exposed for sale? No taker here.
Tergiservation: Suffer a type of evasion? How can one do this in the sense used?
Incalescence: Mental or otherwise, please see above comment.
Are you of a certainty that you really wish to make use of this verbiage and make no sense at all?
Let us take on: aggled, mollions and cymbocephalic. Have you abducted these last from the Cymric tounge or some ancient archaic lexicon produced by the most laudable Dr. Johnson and long ago supplanted?
In this last case and as a practicing Doctor of Metaphysics, I commend and prescribe to you 60mg of Cymbalta, B.I.D. This, hopefully, will rein in your prattle.
I take it that in the future you are going to mock me with Colonial Usage. As I am compiling a dish of Yankee and Dixie slang, you had better get a thesaurus that goes the otherway lest you be asea.
All the above twaddle notwithstanding, you are a profit to this site and a source of much knowledge and wonderful pictures.
As soon as my Bride enters the domus today, I shall instruct her to pour the last of the planter's whiskey and I shall drink to the health, happiness and prosperity of you and your gens.
I remain your most obedient servant,
Captain Black Adder
P. S.
How about accepting my challenge as to the serial usage of the word 'that'?
C.O.