Cassidy Gazed long And Blankly Across The Desert. "Wot A Life!" He
Muttered grimly. "Say, _Wot_ A Life This Is!" Cassidy Made The Words
By Putting his Tongue Against His Set Teeth And Forcibly Wrenching the
Sounds Out By The Roots. The Words Had Been A Long Time In the Making,
But Now, Because Of The Infinite Sourness Of Their Birth And Because
Of The Acrid Grinding and Gritting that Had Been Going on In the Dark
Recesses Of His Soul, Cassidy Was Forced at Last To Listen.