Tuesday December 2nd 2014
A piano, a
Hungarian pipe smoker, and a maker of death masks who
ran off with The Rabbit of the Northern Clans' money.
The year was 1823, Ash Wednesday, February the 20th, a
day after one of The Rabbit's many birthdays. When
I think about it, The Rabbit has about forty or fifty
birthdays a year, so it's tricky.
It's a little detail
from The Rabbit of Usk, and it's also an exercise in
apostrophes. Not something your correspondent is good at. He
apparently has no innate ability in the arena apostrophes,
they do not flow from him like the Brown Water of the River
Nile. Nor are Capital letters a strong point in me. But
fortunately this isn't physics and nor is it Physics.