Nevertheless, Maunder says that this thing had no relation to auroral phenomena.
In the Observatory, 6-192, is Maunder's contemporaneous account.
"You told me not to maunder just now," says Bingo, with ponderous sarcasm.
Maunder has been sighing for the last ten minutes, and I know what that means.
It's young for him still—Hold on, Olive; I'm not going to maunder!