Life Is A Joke That's Just Begun.

The Law Is The True Embodiment Of Everything That's Excellent; It Has No Kind Of Fault Or Flaw And I, My Lords, Embody The Law.

And That Singular Anomaly, The Lady Novelist-- I Don't Think She'd Be Missed--i'm Sure She'd Not Be Missed!

Merely Corroborative Detail, Intended To Give Artistic Verisimilitude To An Otherwise Bald And Unconvincing Narrative.

To Sit In Solemn Silence On A Dull, Dark Dock In A Pestilential Prison With A Life-long Lock Awaiting The Sensation Of A Short, Sharp Shock From A Cheap And Chippy Chopper On A Big, Black Block.

When In That House Mps Divide/if They've A Brain And Cerebellum, Too/they've Got To Leave That Brain Outside/and Vote Just As Their Leaders Tell 'em To.