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The hallway.
From the outside an ordinary house.
A great house, true.
Four hundred and eighty-three rooms,
each one with its own marble wash basin and douche.
Bidet, as it may.But inside - and the positions are reversed.
A human failing, some say a disease,
but a disease that Sir Francis Dashwood knew and used well.
Upstairs, inside, and: a revelation!
It's a discotheque.
No, no, uh... there are paintings - real..., and look here!
A rare seventeenth century masterpiece.
And if I can scrape a little of it off, beneath I can find hidden ...
a fourteenth century underpiece.
Made entirely of tiny pieces of eggshell,
this lurid work has caused controversy in the world of embroidery and anthropolodge-,
no, I'll say it again, anthropolology.
No - quite possibly making... anthropole, no, I mean an'epilog...
It has enthralled distinguished professors, and In layman's language,
it's blinking well baffling.
But to be more obtusely, buggered if I know.
Yes, buggered if I know.
And that's all we've gleaned so far from experts in fourteenth century painting,
renaissance greengrocers, and recently revived members of the public.
Buggered if I know.
Vivian Stanshall, about three o'clock in the morning, Oxfordshire
Nineteen Seventy-three. Goodnight.
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