Behold I bring you tidings of great joy— especially now that the snow & gale are still— for Henry is delivered. Not only is he delivered from the gale but he has a little one. He's out of jail also. It is a boy. Henry's pleasure in this unusual event reminds me of the extra told at Hollywood & Vine that TV cameras were focussed on him personally then & there and 'Just a few words . . . Is it what you meant? Was there a genuine sign?' Couvade was always Henry's favourite custom, better than the bride biting off the penises, pal, remember? All the brothers marrying her in turn & dying mutilated until the youngest put in instead a crowbar, pal, and pulled out not only her teeth but also his brothers' dongs & no doubt others'.
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