Readers of the world untie! You have nothing to loosen but your chairs.
That was the message I received last night, totally unencrypted, from my erstwhile handler. Let us go back in time to the compulsory wearing of masks. Messages were scarcer then, lips were not being read as accurately as before. Ears were muffled as the drawstrings pulled the flaps firmly shut.
It has come to my attention that I owe a favour to a writer. Let me just describe his work as - and he may quote me on this - inenarrable. There. The next time you see this word, consider the blurb as art. Ellipses be damned!
Feed the hunger in your heart.
