The King of Cornwall

Euphemia's Brother

And This - 9

i answer the door, it's bob dylan, can i come in he says (no you can't i said) - fuck off, and take your friends with you (that what's his name) bono (what sort of a name is that) take him with you, and the edge for fuck sake, and be-bop-boo, and pj diddledy-do, and the artist formerly known as fuck, and the sting, are you all a gang of children? please, run along and play

here we're discussing weighty matters, and i have copernicus coming for tea, and newton later, no you can't come in and listen, or jam

you think i'd let byron in again? dear god, the man's a bore! (endles prattling about lady conquests? please) - and last time he was here, coleridge, out of his head on something or other, rolling about on the floor mumbling on about some kubla crap about some xanadu shit, he can't come in neither... shelley and his scary bird, ok, but we don't want no trouble

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