He’s a real history buff. He knows everything there is to know about the civil war.

A few of us from school went to her hen′s party, which was a new experience for me and the other Westerners at the school. One of the best things about the party was the advice for new brides she received — all of it traditional Tanzanian wisdom which bore a distinct resemblance to The Auatralian Women′s Weekly circa 1928.

Having been sent to London on a medical trip by his uncle, Mr. Quince, he had become smitten with a fair milliner — a skull-thatcher, anglice, a maker of straw bonnets, but with no more money in her purse than would buy a dose of salts […]

So the LOJ turned out to be a ratfuck, working with a bunch of clueless turkeys playing stupid games.