The men sit because they′re worn out from walking to the Labour Exchange every morning to sign for the dole, discussing the world’s problems and wondering what to do with the rest of the day.

The sable presbyters approach / The avenue of penitence; / The young are red and pustular / Clutching piaculative pence.

Eleanor wore a green silk dress to bring out here eyes, with an ivory tatted collar and reticule to match.

Unluck cleaving to him made him no schadenfreuder— What was plus or minus? He loved the least cat.