Twaddle

If I have to listen to Mary's twaddle any further, I'll get mad.

"What ineffable twaddle!" I cried, slapping the magazine down on the table; "I never read such rubbish in my life."

Personally, I think it's a load of twaddle.

So much twaddle.

You're talking a load of twaddle. Get your facts straight, man!

Still, being unfortunate enough to belong to that small but respectable minority who regard Mr. Tupper's versicular philosophy as superficial and conceited twaddle,—as a new manifestation to these latter days of weakness and sentimentalism under the solemn form of the Oracular,[…].

"What ineffable twaddle!" I cried, slapping the magazine down on the table; "I never read such rubbish in my life."

I would rather be rude than to listen to twaddle from a man I’ve known.

It was her other self who had written that letter. It not only bored, it rather disgusted her real self. "Flippant and silly," said her real self. Yet she knew that she'd send it and she'd always write that kind of twaddle to Nan Pym.

I improvised for three or four minutes, speaking complete twaddle in character.