"we need a clean sweep, by a loadsa they, them cleanin' ladies with stiff brushes more viciously steel tipped than any mere Hateside swordstick in my gullet making me laugh in my dreams...and upon 'awake'ery..."
now.... a curious engagement on the Track of Defraudin' .... where does she fit in to Don's bonkers pilgrimage to nowhere
And my ohh my how they moan....
even as the day of reckonin' just..is
