SOGS and REVET are the kind of answers that, look, you can point at the dictionary all day long, but I am not loving (let alone ever using) those words. Looking back at that NW corner, yeah, I would not willingly go there again. As it was, I crawled through it at a fairly typical Saturday pace ( OMELETTE helped a lot), and finally pushed the HUT in BEACH HUT down into the middle of the grid, giving me very meager purchase on whatever lay ahead. Without that bit of dumb trivial luck, that corner gets a lot more deathly.
(more amazing still) got it off just the "L" from STAHL (!?). remembered that Verdi had an opera called " ATTILA" and b. What I'm wondering most is how (in the world) I a. When the only way into a corner is by desperately clinging to your roster of "60 Minutes" correspondent names ("SAFER!. Super-isolated corners, on Saturdays, tend to be miserable affairs, and that NW corner definitely threatened misery.
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