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“Well,” Riker resumed, turning back to Rocky, “you listen up, fuckass. You speak when I tell you to. And that goes for the rest of you.”

I exchange pleasantries with the old history buff on the till and spend a fascinating hour or so on the official tour of the house itself, marvelling at the Bunteresque enormity of a former earl's pantaloons; but when it comes to the guided walk around the grounds and gardens, I slip away to the riverfront path and, I don't mind admitting it, thoroughly enjoy my extensive ramble right along the western straits, almost as far as Newborough Warren itself.

Explained a Curtiz assistant: We had three ravens in Assisi; one died of cold, and another flew the coop.