Even there I have never been satisfied that Quidnunc became man to the extent that Mrs. Ventris did.
Simulato religionis prtextu, Ventris tyrannidisque su, negotium agentes.
I found out indeed this much about her ostensible state, that she was the wife of a cab-driver whose name was Ventris.
If Quidnunc and Mrs. Ventris were not under our law, neither are the sun, moon and stars, neither are the apes and peacocks.
Mrs. Ventris was a puzzle to me for a good many years—in fact until Despoina explained to me many things.
Sometimes, as in Mrs. Ventris's case, fairy-wives play truant for a night or for a season.