Galton

The horizon gradually turned from the blackness I usually associated with a velvet-art of the King to a toaster-element orange, and then a wax-banana yellow.

Maurice, who always commented at times like these, remarked that the day had on.ly just begun, and already my metaphores and analogies were worn and jejune, like the stripes of corduroy between the thighs of a fat man.

Maurice never could keep his bloody mouth shut...