Wanderer, if you come to Harran, beware of your peristalsis.
to find the four letter word in the title above, undoubtedly will have irritated your eyes, as you would not expect such a word when visiting this blog.
Let me, therefore, try to explain what let me feel the urgent need to confront you with an aprosdoketon of this kind.
Originally, of course, I pondered about headlines such as
Modern twin town of Gotham and Schilda found(ed) in Turkey
Yippie yippie yooh: Turkey ripe for the EU
A (septic) tank is not a tank is not a tank . . .
[if you don't believe me, ask General Büyükanit]
Considering - for various reasons, which to elucidate would take too long - all these headlines too long, I went on rummaging all shelves and drawers in the delivering room of my thoughts, when suddenly the poison cupboard fell open.
Probably my fault, as I suppose I did not lock it properly when lodging the latest word I had found when visiting . . . ah, I should rather not tell.
Anyway, what a mess. Fortunately, not all words had dropped out; still, more than you would find in the Devil's Kitchen, and therefore it took me quite a while to put them all back.
Ah well, as you have come to know and appreciate I am not a man of many words and thus far from being blithering, chatty, gabby, garrulous, gossipy, loquacious and so on, to meet your expectations I shall cut this long story roundly short, and - the more as I am convinced that brevity is the soul of the wit - immediately come to the essential inheritent interior essence which is hidden in the root of the kernel of everything:
Yes, for about half an hour, or so, I contemplated following alternative.
Dark matter happens
But this would have been the more irritating, wouldn't it?
And, after all: Shit is part of Omnium, isn't it? :)