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bhinnâbhinnaviseṣaṇa, 'whose qualifications apply both differently and
in the same respect': (1) a type of samāsökti in which some of the
qualifications apply only to the understood subject. (2) D 2.208
(210). (3) analpavitapâbhogaḥ phalapuspasamṛddhiman / sôcchrāyaḥ
sthairyavān daivād eșa labdho mayā drumaḥ (D din; a benefactor
is thus referred to: "My fortune is that I have found this tree of
expansive foliage, rich with fruit and flower, lofty and steadfast").
(4) "*Is the gray mare made over to anybody? inquired Mr. Weller
anxiously. George nodded in the affirmative. "Vell, that's all right",
said Mr. Weller. 'Coach taken care of, also?" "Con-signed in a
safe quarter', replied George, wringing the heads off half a dozen
shrimps, and swallowing them without any more ado. "Wery good,
wery good', said Mr. Weller. 'Alvays see to the drag ven you go
downhill. Is the vaybill all clear and straight for'erd?" "The schedule,
sir', said Pell, guessing at Mr. Weller's meaning, 'the schedule is as
plain and satisfactory as pen and ink can make it"" (Charles Dickens;
the references are to the legal liquidation of a bankrupt coachman's
property. The first two remarks apply only to the lawsuit; the last
two ("downhill", "vay-bill") apply to the legal "journey" the coach-
man is about to make).
 
GLOSSARY
 
samāhita
 
samāhita (I), 'composed': (1) a figure wherein a similitude serves as the
basis for the total identification of two similar things in the mind of a
particular person; a consciously formulated metaphor. (2) V 4.3.29.
(3) tanvī meghajalârdrapallavatayā dhautâdharêvâśrubhiḥ śūnyévâ-
bharaṇaiḥ svakālavirahād viśrāntapuṣpôdgamă । cintāmaunam ivâsthi-
tā madhulihām śabdair vină lakşyate candi mám avadhūya pädapati-
tam jātânutāpēva sā (Vāmana; Purūravas addresses the creeper as
though it were Urvasi: "The thin creeper, its leaves wet with the rain,
is like her lip wet with tears; like her dress without jewels, the creeper
sleeps through its flowerless season without the sound of bees like
my love lost in thought; the cruel thing spurns me fallen at its feet
like my love whom I hurt"). (4) "Sleepily she cuddled up in the fold
of his left arm, her cheek against his heart, though a hard hand which
seemed to be pounding against a wall was trying to wake her up
again; she would just let it go on pounding all it pleased. She had to
sleep some more!... But now mother was here. Hurriedly she was
transferred into her mother's arms and squeezed almost to a pan-
cake. She had to gasp for breath; nevertheless she snuggled into