The successful monk, on the morrow morning, hastens home to Ely …. The successful monk, arriving at Ely, is rated for a goose and an owl; is ordered back to say that Elmset was the place meant.

And when she emerges with the killing coiffure complete in every twist, and puff, and curl, what is left for man but to yield himself abjectly to admiration of the crinose superstructure, built after the manner of the hairy architecture employed by the ladies of equatorial Africa?

The biggest cities feel the most acute impact of the last mile – of the squads of trucks and vans, the parcel hubs and sorting centres, the parking snarls and the discarded boxes.

Under that tree there is a fairy circle called The Dancing Place of the Goblin.