“You get the Red Room, Kipper.” “Right-ho.” “I had it last year. ’Tis not as deep as a well nor as wide as a church door, but ’tis enough, ’twill serve,” I said, recalling a gag of Jeeves’s.

In the middle of it, in front of the little public house, stood, all that day and the next, a group of men and women, for no five minutes in its component parts the same, but, like a cloud, ever slow dissolving, and as continuously reforming, some dropping away, others falling to.

For quotations using this term, see Citations:liminocentric.

This may seem a little presumptious, but I feel that this group is pretty much JFKed out.