And when Franz Liszt sat down at the piano, sporting shoulder-length hair and a coatful of glittering medals, the ladies threw their jewels onto the stage, battled over his gloves and even his cigar butts, and of course swooned.

General William Booth Enters into Heaven is lusty, a blockbuster conception.

“So you are an Asante, and you donʼt even know,” the woman said.

Maybe he's doin' a run to Shakey Town where some lot lizard checks his dip stick.