Most tyrannically clapped for't

Above all, the chapbook is gorgeous and is flying off the Small Beer table.  Can't go down the hall without signing one or two (even  three).  Borne up by this--and by more coffee than is wise--the reading was uproarious.  I strode and ranted, playing all the parts to the top of my bent; the audience held back its laughter, so as not to miss the next line; and to crown all, there was the most glorious synchronicity.  I was playing Armin playing a morality, and had just said "in comes Retribution--" when the great door was flung open and a hand with the 5-Minute sign was thrust in.  It brought down the house.

Afterward, there was a modest clamor for sequels, and Graham Sleight, clever fellow, suggested that each murderer should be a different Shakespeare pretender.

Hee!

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