Picture a dim hallway or dark alley. And there, ambling by, dipping into a doorway here or around a corner there is a man in an overcoat and a fedora, with the brim pulled down low. That’s what it is to skulk. What a great word (well, clearly, or it wouldn’t have made it to this blog). It comes from the British, and means to move in a stealthy or furtive manner (two more good words). When I hear skulk, I think of that scene from the film Four Weddings and a Funeral. Andie MacDowell says to Hugh Grant, “I don’t usually skulk, but I suppose I could skulk if skulking were required. Do you skulk regularly?” Incidentally, while researching for this post, I ran across this jewel of a site. Could somewhat please explain the fox? The man? And skulk? Odd juxtaposition.