i-don't-know-howish

Updated: May 1, 2025

With this accident we were all out of sorts, moping, drooping, metagrabolized, as dull as dun in the mire, in C sol fa ut flat, out of tune, off the hinges, and I-don't-know-howish, without caring to speak one single syllable to each other.

François Rabelais - Gargantua and Pantagruel, Illustrated, Book 4