gorgon of selfridgeousness; pours a laughsworth of his illforma-
tion over a larmsworth of salt; half heard the single maiden
speech La Belle spun to her Grand Mount and wholed a lifetime

by his ain fireside, wondering was it hebrew set to himmeltones
or the quicksilversong of qwaternions; his troubles may be over
but his doubles have still to come; the lobster pot that crabbed
our keel, the garden pet that spoiled our squeezed peas; he stands
in a lovely park, sea is not far, importunate towns of X, Y and
Z are easily over reached; is an excrescence to civilised humanity