A familiar old unfamiliar word (CoL49)

[Monte Davis]

Noted in _A Time of Gifts_, as Patrick Leigh Fermor sails from London for
his 1933 walk across Europe:

 

"Slung with chains and cables weighted with shot, hoists jutted on hinges
from precipices of warehouse wall and the giant white letters of the
wharfingers' names, grimed by a century of soot, were growing less
decipherable each second."

 

(A great gnarled, clanking, sprung-rhythm  sentence it is, too)  

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