get off a bus at the airways terminal, gather your luggage, chase your hat, unstrangle your scarf, and spend only half an hour (if you're lucky) trying to hail a taxi; — try to use, in succession, half a dozen of the city's three hundred or so busted public telephones.
The only way to use such a sticky varnish was to mulcify it with white of egg.
As Vivien explains,
this rhyme
Is like the fair pearl-necklace of the Queen,
That burst in dancing, and the pearls were spilt; […]
After a slightly panicked moment when I realised I had no key to get into my house, the blondeness passed and I remembered I hadn't actually locked it[.]
