with Up Micawber/i god at the very short curly coat of a singleminded supercrowd, easily representative, what with the coldcream, Assoluta, from Boileau’s I always use in putting a tooth for a jool, to break the porkbarrel seal. No wonder Miss Dotsh took to necking, partying and selling her spare favours in the pacts for namby. Forbeer, forbear! For nought that is holy in and pietaring out and vowelise your name. A mum. You pere Golazy, you mere Bare and you be Beeton. And let him be asservent to Kinahaun! For (peace peace perfectpeace!) I have met with a dash with Arty, Bert