Tara Duncan
Jane was later to allude to a soporific state when asked why her husband's carphology drove her to orchestrate his untimely defenestration. Not given to oligosyllabic descriptors or highbrow floccinaucinihilipilificating, she merely referred to her hubby's pusillanimous inclinations by alleging, "I got tired of the ergophobic little git's pathetic whining and thrashing so I tossed him out the window."