Status Updates From Mawrdew Czgowchwz

"Delving, never such delving... The Irish and the Czech segments of the Czgowchwz life fused once and for all. Day upon day the vigilants came back to Magwyck to meet this Mawrdew Czgowchwz. She began to write—page after page of new-found English, reflective and interpretive, lucid and analytical. It read like the Book of Life."

A small drop of hot silver wax slipped off the spent match onto a star sapphire adorning the left forefinger, recalling her to the swirl of the moment. “What was it you were saying, Cassia?” Cassia, gathering dismay, turned fully around to face Dame Sybil for emphasis. “I merely said, my dear, that I LOATHE and DETEST the idea of being LATE! Even among friends, my dear, tongues will WAG, you know, tongues WILL WAG!"

"When Ralph left, at noon, the pact had been drawn up, sealed in tears, and taped: FIND MARDU GORGEOUS!!! (Despairing of ever knowing their heroine’s name, which the dozy DJ had spelled but had not dared attempt pronouncing, they called her “Gorgeous,” a name the way she sounded demanded [..] Time has not changed it. Ralph settled the issue, for all time, with his authoritative transliteration: MAWRDEW CZGOWCHWZ.)"

*cackles

"[...] in merciless bulbs ablaze, and heap upon music a variety of disguises, none of which could ever hope to equal or to obscure what she was in her immutable self. So many times Czgowchwz, or Czgowchwz to this or that root or power, was still Czgowchwz, as is the number one; and Czgowchwz over Czgowchwz, like Czgowchwz in an infinite hall of electric Czgowchwz mirrors, was but Czgowchwz."