(fallen london stamps by For the last few days, a particular Dr. Lukas S______ has been spotted FLAILING ERRATICALLY in the mud by Ladybones Road, in NAUGHT but a set of slops and a solitary weasel around his neck.
When questioned on the motives behind his unseemly behavior, the good doctor explained himself thusly: "The keys to understanding sleep all around us! Law speaks to us through the dances of devils, through games of cricket, and yes, too, through the particular densities of mud and misfortune. As below, so above!"
On the topic of the weasel, he stated, "It is possible to write a coherent sentence without punctuation, yes. But far more difficult to! And quite hazardous!"
The conversation was, unfortunately, cut short when Dr. S______ suffered a particularly ferocious bite from his weasel; to which he declared that he must be getting back to his work. With no further discussion forthcoming from the doctor, we turned to his neighbors and associates to shed light on his character.
A Mr. H_____, of Watchmaker's Hill, described Dr. S______ as "a d__n competent doctor, if an odd fellow. Saved me a trip to the Boatman once and asked nothing of it."
Mr. A_______-N______, frequent companion to the doctor, defended his erratic behavior. "There has always been a method behind his madness. Are not many of the pastimes of the Neath mad to Surface-eyes? The world we live in is rather mad in of itself - so, whether we are shroom-hoppers, chiropterochronometrists, or mud-waders, let us not be so quick to judge."
Others, however, had more concerning things to say. Professor G_____, lecturer at Summerset College, reported: "He's one of those 'Red Science' types. Associates with radicals, supposedly, and Rubberies. Such is the riffraff that Benthic invites into our society."
The Principal of Benthic College offered no comment.
(guess who's woesel-grinding those last few levels of watchful)