He set himself to the composition of a maundering and erratic paper, which, under the title of Libros de las proficias, is preserved in the Biblioteca Colombina at Seville.
That old Lady Blake--she would keep me maundering to her about that son of hers in the Mauritius; you know he and I were at St. Petersburg together.
Staggering and maundering to himself, with bloodshot eyes, and a raw and bleeding slash down one side of his bewhiskered face, he was altogether the most nauseating specimen of degradation and filth I had ever encountered.
Let her go, Granser," Hoo-Hoo encouraged; for the old man was alreadymaundering about the disrespect for elders and the reversion to cruelty of all humans that fell from high culture to primitive conditions.
Hare-Lip rubbed his bullet head reminiscently, and the boys returned to the old man, who was maundering ecstatically about Vesta, the squaw of the founder of the Chauffeur Tribe.
And thus he goes maundering on with dull vivacity about how he played Sir Dagonet in Arthur's Show at Mile End, and once remained all night revelling in a windmill in St. George's Fields.
Master, as Wotherspoon still kept working away at the Sillery, and maundering on to Mr. Broadfurrow about the Morning Post and high life.
The maundering talk went on for more than an hour.
She sat down on the bed and began to talk of Daniel Dabbs, as she had often done already, in a maundering way.
The guide, a maundering fellow, turned because he was not fed better than at home, and because he knew that but for his obstinacy we should not have lost the dog.
Stewards, three days out, are not in the habit of falling in love with their charges (Maundering and Drool notwithstanding).
The fortunes such men as Maunderingand Piffle and Drool made!
But don't I tell you, we heard him maundering on somewhere or other?
Many maundering interpretations may be given by the wise, with plentiful loss of labour, while the child who uses them for the necessity of walking in the one path will constantly receive light from them.
Let me suggest some possible parallels between ourselves and the disciples maunderingover their one loaf--with the Bread of Life at their side in the boat.
All I can say is, that if, as a student of Comparative Mythology, I have been drinking deep draughts of maundering madness, I have been drinking in good company.
