Not to floccinaucinihilipilificate your other theories, Graydon, but perhaps it would be beneficial to answer this question first?

From Little White-Lion-street, an appleman in his stuff-coat swings out wide, side-pockets loaded. Doing brisk business, he turns to his young helper. 'Hurry it up with them gawfs!' he hisses. The boy redoubles his efforts, frantically rubbing at the redskinned fruit to make it look brighter and feel softer.

We should confront him about the missing money.

Waves of ecstasy roll through him as the moustachioed Casanova slides his stem in and out of the spaced-out chick.