In the midst of our quotidian rhodomontade, we pause to sing panegyrics to our estimable sage, Jack Vance, whose decamping from the terrestrial realm occurred on this date. Let us not rend our accouterments in tristesse, rather let us emulate the sagacious scrivener and declaim, in nuncupatory fashion, utterances in the Vancian idiom.
Thus and so, we commemorate this solemn occasion by chiding churls and mooncalves, remonstrating against the chicaneries of mountebanks and charlatans, thereby augmenting our strakh. Importunate idlers and obstreperous rogues beware!
Better bring along a pocket thesaurus!