Here, on the Island Below the Sea, the loa have their permanent residence, their primal location.

And now, its strings Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes Over delicious surges sink and rise.

Next day, Smerdyakov is having several meetings at Soviet embassy and returning in mid-afternoon with top enjoyful mind frame and telegraph cable from SMIRD in Moscow.

Why, Warwick, canst thou speak against thy liege, Whom thou obeyed’st thirty and six years, And not bewray thy treason with a blush?