The excitement of the numerous people I met was great, but after the first few minutes, I dreaded attracting attention, and had the sense to refrain from running, trusting that the sight of a Misericordia walking barefoot would not excite remark.

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect; Let pry through the portage of the head Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it As fearfully as doth a galled rock O'erhang and jutty his confounded base, Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

AFAIR, there's no mention of witchiness or otherwise in the conditions, unless it's picked you up a conviction for theft or fraud along the way, in which case you've got a problem. I'd have thought that the biggest problem with witching and being a postie would be sleep deprivation from all those full moon ceremonies clashing with the 5am starts [1] Rob. [1] Vagueness and ignorance of witchism deliberate, he said, trying to avert a new thread...

Vulcanus had caught thee [Venus] in his las.