Upon reversion, we imbusied ourselves with this, that or t’other. I myself indued my boots, dressed my scalp with a tined card,The regular word for comb (κτεῖς or κτένιον) was not elegant enough for Lexiphanes. for I had got shorn with the “bowl” cut, not the “bush”; for not long ago my chaps and crown had been displumed.Apparently the “bush” cut required a good head of hair, but did not need to be combed. Both styles had been for centuries out of fashion in Lexiphanes’ day. Someone else was gobbling lupines, another was evomiting his jejunity, another was. diminishing radishes and sopping up a mess of fishy pottage, another was eating flummery,In the Greek the food is different (queen olives), but the name carries a similar suggestion of rubbish. and yet another engorging barley brose.
