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• Smith, Martin Cruz
  December 6 (six)
  Simon & Schuster, New York, 2002, Quarter Cloth, , First Edition, First Printing, ISBN 0684872536 , Very Good /Very Good
  
  

  339 pp. Quarter red cloth and blazing white boards are very clean with only a couple of bumps, rubs to the edges. One inch black remainder mark on bottom edge. Complete dj has one 1/8 inch tear and modest ruffling. Endpapers feature period photographs by Kineo Kuwabara. 'Of course Harry was skipping town. Any sane person would. People expected war back in June, and now they were in December, each day like a drop of water trying to fall.'

  

SONG: from 'She Stoops to Conquer'

LET school-masters puzzle their brain,
With grammar, and nonsense, and learning;
Good liquor, I stoutly maintain,
Gives 'genus' a better discerning.
Let them brag of their heathenish gods,
Their Lethes, their Styxes, and Stygians:
Their Quis, and their Quaes, and their Quods,
They're all but a parcel of Pigeons.
          Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

When Methodist preachers come down
A-preaching that drinking is sinful,
I'll wager the rascals a crown
They always preach best with a skinful.
But when you come down with your pence,
For a slice of their scurvy religion,
I'll leave it to all men of sense,
But you, my good friend, are the pigeon.
          Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.

Then come, put the jorum about,
And let us be merry and clever;
Our hearts and our liquors are stout;
Here's the Three Jolly Pigeons for ever.
Let some cry up woodcock or hare,
Your bustards, your ducks, and your widgeons;
But of all the birds in the air,
Here's a health to the Three Jolly Pigeons.
          Toroddle, toroddle, toroll.