and everyone's mastered that old revolutionary rag

AND EVERYONE'S MASTERED THAT OLD REVOLUTIONARY RAG

So far outside human wishes for so long a time lost, the Jimmies of Arbitrarius made mincemeat of a horse's divining rod. Certainly dismayed at this point the reader—or the horse—slips into his briefcase and pulls out a book of stamps. Out flows a tide of needles. Note, o notable spectator ..............