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Dig into the diffsTM behind the wikied bits in the Gogolian Gnarledge Graaf, then breathe gently through anyone'sTM 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.

(expurgated from the Guide)

Speaker's notes
1 Rabelais, "Paroles gelées", 1552. sus laquelle feut au commencement de l’hyver dernier passé grosse & felonne bataille entre les Arispammiens & les Nephelibarres.''
 * '' Le pilot feist responce : Seigneur, de rien ne vous effrayez. Icy est le confin de la mer glaciale,

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