Sentence The Twohundredandfiftyeighth
It was Thomas who spoke next, directing a question at Tavish: “when you used the term farrago to describe the confusing, contradictory and implausible accounts of Sir Parlane's escapades, what springs to my mind is a Gordian Knot from an apeirogon rope,” and Tavish applauded Learmonth's Geometrical wit; “'tis a shame, Master Thomas, that we have no fine Rhenish to toast Ercildoune's oenophile, but perhaps when you return home, you will make Rheims of these happenings?” and it was Bernie who simply said, “men! never happier than when they're in a punning contest, but I suppose it never Rhine’s but it pours, eh?” “touché, my dear,” acknowledged Tavish.
It was Thomas who spoke next, directing a question at Tavish: “when you used the term farrago to describe the confusing, contradictory and implausible accounts of Sir Parlane's escapades, what springs to my mind is a Gordian Knot from an apeirogon rope,” and Tavish applauded Learmonth's Geometrical wit; “'tis a shame, Master Thomas, that we have no fine Rhenish to toast Ercildoune's oenophile, but perhaps when you return home, you will make Rheims of these happenings?” and it was Bernie who simply said, “men! never happier than when they're in a punning contest, but I suppose it never Rhine’s but it pours, eh?” “touché, my dear,” acknowledged Tavish.
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