And, yes, the apostrophe is in the original. But I was perturbed, perturbed and frightened. Have dictionaries turned against me as the fleas in a flea circus sometimes turn upon their trainer and, driving him into an itching frenzy, pursue him into the sea? I don't want to be a variant wood-pecker.
The Romans used to practice the Sortes Virgilianae, where they would open a copy of the Aeneid at random, stick in a pin and read the verse, which they would interpret as being about them or their future. Others do the same with the Bible or Jilly Cooper novels. I do it with dictionaries. That's how I know the practice is called bibliomancy. But if dictionaries turn against Inky Fool, then whither my desiderata and ambitions? Whither my megalomaniac whimsies?
So I glanced tearfully across at the facing page and found:
Wind-mills in the Head, empty Projects
The brain-scan results were unexpected