It wasn't out of any houndswell from hell that brought her out on the sulphurous fartful excuse-mes and the grosh lines of the mad hatter mud crabs of the mangrove groozes.

...all through the between-war years no Socialist programme that was both revolutionary and workable ever appeared; basically, no doubt, because no one genuinely wanted any major change to happen... The Communists wanted to go on and on, suffering a comfortable martyrdom, meeting with endless defeats and afterwards putting the blame on other people.

A medicine[…]whose simple touch / Is powerful to araise King Pepin.

We look like a couple of gutshot iguanas!