It was this kindly old lady that lifted her part into such idealism that it saved from entire disregard the whole story as scenarioized by J. Grubb Alexander.

[…] And fish the knolls on the North Sea Holes And try your luck at the North Shields Gut With a catch of a hundred cran.

[…] It’s for the guapo, can't waste time with the diamonds, I’m tryna git swallow

Thy gift, thy tables, are within my brain Full character’d with lasting memory, […] That poor retention could not so much hold, Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;