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  • v. Present participle of whiffle.


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  • With his sword whiffling before him the young Poins could think rapidly -- nay, upon any matter that concerned his advancement he could think rapidly always.

    Privy Seal His Last Venture

  • This is a conjectural analogy, but I can suggest no better solution.] [Footnote 022: Susuffrus: "whiffling," susurrus: "whistling."] [Footnote 023: Spicula: see the picture.] [Footnote 024: Burbur: apparently a labial variation of murmur, stronger but more dissonant.] [Footnote 025: This poem is reproduced here by the kind permission of the proprietors of Punch.]

    The Life and Letters of Lewis Carroll (Rev. C. L. Dodgson)

  • This is a conjectural analogy, but I can suggest no better solution.] [Footnote 5: _susuffrus_: "whiffling":: _susurrus_: "whistling."] [Footnote 6: _spicula_: see the picture.] [Footnote 7: _burbur_: apparently a labial variation of _murmur_, stronger but more dissonant.] _THE NYUM-NYUM_

    A Nonsense Anthology

  • Over one dry slope in a side dale to the Dove proper, I came across a flock of around 200 birds, house martins and swallows, whiffling down like huge quick-winged butterflies just above the tips of the hawthorn bushes.

    Country diary: Peak District

  • He took the carrot indifferently from the man's trembling palm, whiffling it in with his black mobile lips, scrunching it languidly with large rotations of jaw.

    The Elvis Latte

  • Following the lead of the post-Gingrich Republicans, the legislative Democrats have made themselves the Zelig party -- a band of whiffling spongers frantically avoiding hard issues.

    "Why the Democratic Scandals Don't Matter (Yet)."

  • Then some student got up and started whiffling about global warning or something Whaaaaaat !

    The London Carnival of Nu Liberty

  • I will not live the scorn of each whiffling stranger from the South, because, forsooth, he wears tinkling spurs on a tawney boot.

    The Monastery

  • When she stretched her neck out, making little whiffling sounds with her nostrils, her peeling muzzle just kissed my cheek.


  • And we, too, some day would no longer love, having become part of this monstrous, lovely earth, of that cold, whiffling air.

    The Inn of Tranquillity: Studies and Essays


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