*This infundibular sentence is taken whole from page 50 of the book Little, Big by John Crowley. It's a fabulous book with many humourous and intentionally infundibular bits. And, lest you think the entirety of this fine book is infundibular, here is another fabulous sentence from page 34.

First she wanted to taste the sweat that shone on his throat and fragile clavicle; then he chose to undo the tails of her shirt, that she had tied up beneath her breasts; then, but then impatient they forgot about taking turns and quarreled silently, eagerly over each other, like pirates dividing treasure long sought, long imagined, long withheld.

Whew! And that's just page 34! *fan, fan* And another reference to pirates. Hmmm. Funny that.