A good editor would have ensured that these characters did not have as much time to maunder on endlessly and indulge in the most banal conversation.
They both maunder on for what feels like several hours about this wonderful patriarchal peasant society where the men spend all their time talking about food, and the women spend all their time preparing it.
And if I've devoted too much time to maundering about this, it's from a sort of frustration.
It sometimes reads like the most self-indulgent and maundering commonplace book, pregnant with ideas and jottings, their author unwilling or unable to develop them cogently.
More to the point, for all his maundering about the estate tax, it hasn't done anything to break up the great fortunes of our era.
You lot thought I was maundering in Philadelphia, didn't you?
He maunders alone on the rocky beach.
He was instead maundering about his room, thinking about silly things and wishing he knew what was going on.
But what good is bawdy when its purveyors, from low to high, seem unfailingly recruited for their unsightliness, and act like overwrought underachievers or maundering bystanders?
In a bleary voice he seems to be maundering about Christ, Armageddon, calendars, and China.