cholon

“Hittit was of another time, a white horsday where the midril met the bulg, sbogom, roughnow along about the first equinarx in the cholon-der, on the plain of Khorason as thou goest from the mount of”

Finnegans Wake

“[Greek: epi naeusi cholon thumalgea pessei] (At the ships he cooks his heart-grieving spleen).”

The Early Poems of Alfred Lord Tennyson