hobbynob

Updated: June 1, 2025

I can mind, now, the way he'd settle lower and lower, till his head played hidey-peep with me over the grave's edge, and at last he'd be clean swallowed up, but still discoursing or calling up how he'd come upon wonderful towns and kingdoms down underground, and how all the kings and queens there, in dyed garments, was offering him meat for his dinner every day of the week if he'd only stop and hobbynob with them and all such gammut.

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - I Saw Three Ships and Other Winter Tales