I was then lying at length upon that very couch, the scene of Mr. H . . .'s polite joys, in an undress which was with all the art of negligence flowing loose, and in a most tempting disorder: no stay, no hoop . . . no incumbrance whatever.

[Cue: William Tell Overture] [sound of Frank Zappa's “San Ber'dino” being played on Japanese instruments] [Kevin (the Muse): “Wargh! It SAID _William Tell!”] [Cantata11 (walking up with a koto): “Oof. Sorry. It's just that the girls had gotten warmed up to the other thingy...”] [Kevin: “William Tell, 11.” (facepalm)]

Manjack see her and stagger, and as if to justify he staggering, he lean over to me and whisper: Let we fire some rum. I tell he let we get pass the introductions first.

I would have cast me into molten glass To cool me, when I enter'd; so intense Rag'd the conflagrant mass.