For all this, Schott's Original Miscellany is strangely unputdownable. It is the mother of all miscellanies, aka an amphigory, a medley, a pot-pourri, a gallimaufry, a salmagundi, an omnium-gatherum, a vade mecum, a smorgasbord… Oh boy, but Schott is a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles, a mad magpie at large in the wide world of facts and words.
What is this, you ask? A conference in the old sense, no? A parlement? A convocation? A Decameron? No—it's a Canterbury Tales, or, rather, Parliament of Fowls. A medieval amphigory.