“Dipshit.” “Asshat.” “Dickwad.” “Dicksack.”

He might have flinched altogether from speaking if at this moment he had not seen Ampleforth, the hairy-eared poet, wandering limply round the room with a tray, looking for a place to sit down.

Cumin is native to the region from the eastern Mediterranean to India.

Oh, hello there, Bob, how are you doing?