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I hoped not, at any rate, for the sake of the ponderous fellow. - (Magicians of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #262)

"It is surely worth a try," said the first fellow. The ponderous fellow then looked upward and called out, "Oh, Saba Boroko Swaziloo, old chap, if you can hear me, and if it be you who has wafted away my little Litsia, perhaps for her instruction and improvement, please return her to me now!" Such names, of course, are nonsense, and are not really Anangoan names but they do have several of the vowel sounds of such names, and, accordingly, upon occasions such as these, by fellows who are somewhat careless in such matters, are often prevailed upon to serve as such. It was highly unlikely, of course, that there would be any Anangoans in the audience. I hoped not, at any rate, for the sake of the ponderous fellow. There was silence. "Nothing!" said the ponderous fellow, in disappointment. "Nothing!" There was suddenly a rocking and bumping from the wicker trunk. - (Magicians of Gor)