What did it all mean?

    They stood and thought. Nine hundred and seventy-three trombones sidled forth, presented Election Special and crawled away into a devilrish devilry of of their own reviling. Theodora screamed.

    "Do not remove from the grill until thoroughly dead."

    "Cut most of the anatomy away, leaving only the throat."

    What did it all mean? Find out at last — on page 21...


"Meaning," said Arthur. "This is neither the time nor the place," said Theodora.

    "Then I suppose it doesn't have a meaning!" Arthur said, enlightened.

    "That's not what I meant, at all," said Theodora.

    "She means — 'Never mind getting real, or even looking for it. Be practical. Be... empirical," Hannibal interpreted.

    "That is not it, at all," Theodora said.

    "Women!" groaned T.S. Eliot, whose attitudes (insofar &c) were not as enlightened as Arthur's, or even as practical.