It [the letter] was written with a plain, unaffected, homely piety that I knew to be genuine, and ended with ‘my duty to my ever darling’—meaning myself.

Izles, Dust or ashes from the fire. The furniture is covered with izles.]

Hundreds of examples remain, still following the same general pattern—maroon, green or chocolate brown, for example, from ground to waist level, then a stale Cheddar cheese shade of cream above.

(Instead of do-re-mi-fa-sol, it’s “Foals in winter coats”; Mr. Mercer is a hard-core anthropomorphist.)