No, but I've got a film of a couple of crocodiles having a fuck.

There was an oak-framed Light of the World over the bed, supplemented on the other walls with progressive personal records — eleven podgy, flannelled little boys in quartered chocolate-and-gold caps, guarded and patronized by a flannelled and whiskered master […]

Would it were not! for I cannot hide / From my heart my growing autophoby.

The ladder was leaning against the wall.