That broken comb exemplifies the apparently inexhaustible strength of the novel's flotsam, its disjunctive detail which makes nevertheless for tonal coherence.

Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. […]

Just in case the song isn't edited to your tastes, hit some crazy effect to help cover up the inappropo stuff.

Perhaps the oldest word for penis in the English language is tarse, first recorded in an eleventh-century book of wort-cunning, that is, a medical treatise explaining the use of various herbs or worts.