[dighton]

. . . a bizarre story of sex and death in the secluded Knutby congregation . . .
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I’m Gilbert, the filbert,
The knut with the K.
The pride of Picadilly,
The blasé roué.

Oh Hades, the ladies
Who leave their wooden huts
For Gilbert, the filbert,
The Colonel of the Knuts.

.-- Arthur Wimperis, by way of Evelyn Waugh.

[dighton]

... Piccadilly ...