So this is what goes into the Tally Ho, served up toilet-paper style from a roll every morning in the Village: Gibberish. Fancy that.
I borrowed A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen from the school library some time ago, and I haven’t returned it yet. Since it’s the school holidays now, I wasn’t sure if I was accruing an insane amount of fines. So, I checked the school library online portal.
Lo and behold, no record of me borrowing A Doll’s House! Instead there was a record of The Alchemist by Ben Jonson.
I went to Google it. Turns out The Alchemist seems fairly obscure and is about… guess what, an alchemist! I went to read the first few lines online. And…
Face. Believe ‘t, I will.
Subtle. Thy worst. I fart at thee.
I… wait.. I FART at thee?!