Influenza, obstruction,
This situation is already appalling!
Our nose grew like a tower,
We are failing, abbiony!
(Bolond Istók, Budapest, 1889)
(I hesitate to post this one, since I don’t grasp the context adequately, e.g., the figures blowing wind, or the term “abbiony,” which is not in any dictionary, but shows up multiple times in this journal. It might actually be an informal acronym for its readers.)
