"Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white;
And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still;
No sign of spring, save that the catkins fill,
And willow stems grow daily red and bright.
These are days when ancients held a rite
Of expiation for the old year's ill,
And prayer to purify the new year's will."
Helen Hunt Jackson, A Calendar of Sonnet's: February
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@Science24, I hope I am too shy to be a troll. He he. But this is the first time I have come across this term.
"Some people avoid giving papers to escape this horror. One of us remembers the joy she felt at a conference when the fire alarm went off just as she finished presenting, saving her from questions altogether. "