There should be a word for the poignant ennui one feels on discovering that one’s coffee is, in fact, empty, despite one’s expectations of there being a mouthful left in the cup.
Jonathan Sanderson’s weblog, since 2001.
There should be a word for the poignant ennui one feels on discovering that one’s coffee is, in fact, empty, despite one’s expectations of there being a mouthful left in the cup.
“sens-sans-caf�”, or “sancaf” in the the vernacular
http://folk.uio.no/alied/TMoL.html fails to come up with a suitable word, but I feel ‘basingstoke’ might work.