runcible

They dined on mince and slices of quince, / Which they ate with a runcible spoon, / And hand in hand on the edge of the sand / They danced by the light of the moon,— / The moon, / They danced by the light of the moon.

1870 February, Edward Lear, “The Owl and the Pussy-cat”, in J[ohn] T[ownsend] Trowbridge, Lucy Larcom, editors, Our Young Folks. An Illustrated Magazine for Boys and Girls, volume VI, number II, Boston, Mass.: Fields, Osgood, & Co., 124 Tremont Street, →OCLC, page 112

[chapter XI (Miss Perry is the Soul of Discretion), page 157] "I think the hat must flop a little too much," said Miss Perry, "in places. It makes people turn round to stare at it." / "Of course it does, you foolish person," said Jim, with little guffaws of rapture. "It is an absolute aboriginal runcible hat. How did you come by it? It seems to me there are deep minds in this." […] [chapter XIII (High Revel is Held in Hill Street), page 169] "I never saw such a creature," said Jim. "Those Gainsborough frocks and those runcible hats are maddening." / "Well, laddie," said Jim's mother, "you must paint her and make her and yourself famous."

1909 February, J[ohn] C[ollis] Snaith, “Araminta”, in The Forum, volume XLI, New York, N.Y.: The Forum Publishing Company, →OCLC, pages 157 and 169

Presently, out of breath, they arrive at the pier where the Badass and its division, four haze-gray piglets, are tied up, to find the runcible spoon fight just under way at the center of a weaving, cheering crowd of civilian and military drunks.

1973, Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow, New York, N.Y.: Viking Press, →ISBN; republished as Gravity’s Rainbow (Penguin Twentieth-century Classics), New York, N.Y.: Penguin Books, 1995, →ISBN, page 597

The miners of Talus push a runcible transfer gate, enmeshed in hardfields, into the giant planet's core. Here, they prompt thousands of tons of nickel-iron to squirt through underspace, via the gate, to a distant location. […] Silica sand billows into a runcible gate on the planet Fracan, where a desert is being vacuumed away to bedrock.

2015, Neal Asher, chapter 1, in Dark Intelligence: Transformation, Book One, London: Pan Books, →ISBN, page 16