Philology and esoterica: scribblings, ravings and mutterings.
Saturday, November 08, 2003
'Tis the voice of the leper;
I heard him decry,
"I have lost all my toes,
My ears, and one eye.
But 'tis really no matter,
For you see I have found
Gutta-percha replacements:
Three shillings a pound."
