Becroggle

When I finally figured out that she was asking if I was sad at not winning a Nebula, I was becroggled. I finally found my voice and told her that in twenty-five years of reading and writing science fiction, I had heard a hell of a lot of gauche questions, butthat really took the cake.

I'm becroggled by the scorn heaped upon the perfectly useful word "salesperson"... but that's neither here nor there.

I'm becroggled. I've never made a pie crust with anything other than butter.