moor eeffocish

[My Good Babushka]

G.K. Chesterton used the term “moor eeffocish” to describe the queerness sometimes glimpsed in familiar things. A phrase borrowed from Charles Dickens who, as an unhappy child, sometimes sat in a coffee shop in St. Martin’s Lane:
“In the door there was an oval glass plate with "Coffee Room” painted on it, addressed toward the street. If I ever find myself in a very different kind of coffee room now, but where there is such an inscription on glass, and I read it backward on the wrong side, moor eeffoc (as I often used to do then in dismal reverie), a shock goes through my blood.“

[JustABozoOnThisBus]

1. No moor eeffoc here ...

But, shotroh mit.

and, rarely, skcubrats.

Neither sends a shock through the blood, during dismal reverie.