Since you're the resident expert on celtic overcoats, maybe you can explain
why a Middle-Irish Joca monachorum-style poem "Duan in choicat cest"
"The contest, from a complete, perfect union, is true, not a lie: a host
leaves its cloak at the fifty questions" (sochaide fagbas a brat icon
coicait imchomarc). Fred Biggs and I are editing this thing, but we've
left our cloak at this crux.