A new generation is battling through, but there are still too many Sir Bufton Tuftons at the core of the Party organisation.

The bell ropes hang from the outside of the tower, the resultant friction of the ropes over the brick sides producing irresolute sharpings or flattings of the notes.

They were faire Ladies, till they fondly ſtriu’d / With th’Heliconian maides for mayſtery; / Of whom they ouer-comen, were depriu’d / Of their proud beautie, and th’one moyity / Transform’d to fiſh, for their bold ſurquedry, / But th’vpper halfe their hew retayned ſtill, / And their ſweet skill in wonted melody; / Which euer after they abuſd to ill, / T’allure weake traueillers, whom gotten they did kill.

Rather, they issue forth as fragmented commentary, casual mentionings, and sporadic allusions to aspects of the lives and times of universally known characters who have come to represent archetypes, moral types, and object lessons.