Entering the bathroom, I found Bill there, still starkers after his bath.

Dear God, I am thankful for ears that can wiggle For lips that can pucker and bellies that jiggle. For legs that can gallop and gambol and mosey. And thanks for each hair and each footsie and toesie.

For all its squalor qintars and qintars of gold dust are traded there.

We sail for Australia tomorrow.