A conference of lexicographers: bromides in tweed. However the leading expert in the field is found inactive by her personal hand – and by her hologlyphic assistant. Is he accountable? Does the loss of life fit any regular definitions? Can the physician realise who wrote the suicide be aware and why, specifically, it had been riddled with spelling mistakes? Peri should help you, but there’s a man. Someone who loves vocabulary even more than the Doctor. Probably, she realises, enough to destroy for. Or simply just enough to consult her out to dinner. Unless, of course, he’s already spoken for… Is it madness? Searching for transcendence in the entire lexicon? Getting the ideal words on the end of your tongue but under no circumstances quite knowing when to use them? If therefore, how? …ish.