It was probably a fuck book.

It was situated on the Ganges, at the place where this river received a contributary stream.

At the same time, awed by the brilliant and daring generalship which had enabled the Russian to capture their city with so small a force, the elders gave him the honorific title of ‘Lion of Tashkent’.

‘I am in pig, what d'you think of that?’ ‘A most hideous expression, Linda dear,’ said Aunt Emily, ‘but I suppose we must congratulate you.’