Orlando, it is true, was none of those who tread lightly the coranto and lavolta; he was clumsy; and a little absent-minded.

Some were to find themselves behind the wire for virtually the entire war.

So transformed, transfigured, lustrified, The Tip-tops' mighty halls, They were dumb, the Tip-tops, mystified, In their own treasured walls.

'Oh bag that,' said Nelson. 'Do the Edmund stuff — no, cut, we'll do it later, look, it's knocking midnight.'