I realized a split second too late that for perhaps 70 yards the surface was coated with slime, evidently deposited by farm carts crossing between staggered gates on opposite sides of the road. The car I was driving, not the wieldiest of vehicles, started to slide.

Lithe and rubber necks crane as the Great Ladies (or are those Fascinating Ladies?) step daintily into the lobby, bejewelled, befurred and betiaraed.

Please you that I may pass / This doing.

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