Sunday, May the 9th, 2004

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A Potted Biography of Sigismundo Ock, the Balaclava-clad Poetaster Whose Plinth Is Splattered With Muck

Ock was a grim and desperate fellow. His hair was lank and his teeth were yellow. He had neither knife nor spoon nor fork. He had been pecked at by an auk. There were all sorts of things the matter with him, so he made an appointment with Doctor Jim. But Jim had embezzled his fees and fled, so Ock went home and boiled his head—yes, he boiled his own head, a rum thing to do. Now there's a story on which to chew.