Yesterday, when I walked in the park, I met this lady. She wore shades of purple paisley, and appeared to me to be splendiferously dandy. And her accent was French and clipped with American, as she asked me if I recognised her. I said no – for she was the perfect stranger to my eyes. And then she laughed, and replied: Excellent! So my disguise is working after all (for certain, she’d had her doubts about this). Please tell me, who are you? I asked her. Shhh… she said. Now that would be telling wouldn’t it?
Masks and Costumes. Volume I
Pause transmision. Vigilance.
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