Mr Luvvertory and I had just quit the gym, and were sauntering down the road towards the roundabout and the lights, when these words were addressed to us by a transatlantic lady, dignified in her bearing, and smartly apparelled in a trouser suit. —
The Transatlantic Lady, Mr Luvvertory, Jacob’s Well Road
- Yes, well in Enterologistan we tend to think of him as an old fart. With good reason, I might add. Not seen him yet then? —
Enterologist
This bothered me, as I had formed the intention of going dogging on the Downs, and did not wish to acquaint any random enterologist with my base business. For related reasons, I did not confide my worries to Mr Luvvertory, who regarded me quizzically now and then, evidently expecting me to return to Cerebellum Towers, up the hill on our right. —
Cerebellum Towers, The Downs
Annie’s pursuit of us, together with her previous circumlocutions, begat in me all kinds of unquiet presentiments about Herod and steroids and indisposing bacilli and protozoa, and a hundred other dark things. At length, Mr Luvvertory announced, greatly to my moral easement, that he had some business to conduct at the Homoeopathy Hospital, and turned up Cotham Hill. Halfway up Black Boy, I decided to see if Annie’s pursuit was deliberate, and ducked into the doorway of the Spar. But Annie passed by, seeming to take no account of my presence. I felt a certain relief, although as she was still heading for the Downs, my intentions were frustrated, which I fear thenceforth rather prejudiced me against her. —
Black Boy, The Homoeopathy Hospital
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