Will you not give over, Basil, packing this sacred haunt of the Muses with Cappadocians, and these redolent of the frost γριτή, an unknown word.  Perhaps akin to κρίοτη.  cf. Duncange s.v. and snow and all Cappadocia’s good things?  They have almost made me a Cappadocian too, always chanting their “I salute you.”