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I feel like those unfortunate automobilists who achieve an unenviable motoriety by coming to a hopeless stop with their cars in the most crowded thoroughfares. I'm afraid I shall have to drop the aasvogel, and it did give such lovely local colour to the thing." I FEEL LIKE THOSE UNFORTUNATE AUTOMOBILISTS WHO ACHIEVE AN UNENVIABLE NOTORIETY BY COMING TO A HOPELESS STOP WITH THEIR CARS IN THE MOST CROWDED THOROUGHUGHFARES I'M AFRAID I SHALL HAVE TO DROP THE ASPHOCLE AND IT DID GIVE SUCH LOVELY LOCAL COLOR TO THE THING
 like the hartebeest." "Of course. Then I turn on London, the City of Dreadful Nocturnes, resonant with hymns of joy and thanksgiving-- 'And the sleeper, eye unlidding, Heard a voice for ever bidding Much farewell to Dolly Gray; Turning weary on his truckle- Bed he heard the honey-suckle Lauded in apiarian lay.' Longfellow at his best wrote nothing like that." "I agree with you." "I wish you wouldn't. I've a sweet temper, but I can't stand being agreed with. And I'm so worried about the aasvogel." Reginald stared dismally at the biscuit-tin, which now presented an unattractive array of rejected cracknels. "I believe," he murmured, "if I could find a woman with an unsatisfied craving for cracknels, I should marry her." "What is the tragedy of the aasvogel?" asked the Other sympathetically. "Oh, simply that there's no rhyme for it. I thought about it all the time I was dressing--it's dreadfully bad for one to think whilst one's dressing--and all lunch-time, and I'm still hung up over it. ABOUT THEIR HABITS THEY CAN DO UNEXPECTED THINGS LIKE THE ARTEBAST OF COURSE THEN I TURN ON LONDON THE CITY OF DREADFUL DOCTRINES RESONANT WITH HYMNS OF JOY AND THANKSGIVING AND THE SLEEPER I UNLETTING HEARD A VOICE FOR EVER BIDDING MUCH FAREWELL TO DOLLY GREY TURNING WEARY ON HIS TRUCKLE BED HE HEARD THE HONEYSUCKLE LOUD IN AN APIARIAN LAY LONGFELLOW AT HIS BEST WROTE NOTHING LIKE THAT I AGREE WITH YOU I WISH YOU WOULDN'T I'VE A SWEET TEMPER BUT I CAN'T STAND BEING AGREED WITH AND I'M SO WORRIED ABOUT THE ASPHOGAL REGINALD STARED DISMALLY AT THE BISCUIT TIN WHICH NOW PRESENTED AN UNATTRACTIVE ARRAY OF REJECTED CRACKNOLS I BELIEVE HE MURMURED IF I COULD FIND A WOMAN WITH AN UNSATISFIED CRAVING FOR CRACKNOLS I SHOULD MARRY HER WHAT IS THE TRAGEDY OF THE ASPHOGAL ASKED THE OTHER SYMPATHETICALLY OH SIMPLY THAT THERE'S NO RHYME FOR IT I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME I WAS DRESSING IT'S DREADFULLY BAD FOR ONE TO THINK WHILST ONE'S DRESSING AND ALL LUNCH TIME AND I'M STILL HUNG UP OVER IT
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