I am afraid your Ghastian texture is revealing itself, amigo, finally unleashed from the desperate restraint under which you have kept your ignoble secret.

Perhaps Confederate IOUs.



The Ghasts they lick their fingers,

   And the Ghasts they lick their knives;

They spill their broth on the tablecloth--

   Oh, they lead disgusting lives!

The Ghasts they talk while eating,

   And chew both loud and fast;

And that is why I'm glad that I

   Will never be a Ghast!

Largesse Burgesse Fargoesse, Duke of Ramsey
Moral, Yet a Ghast -- Lessons for Young People
Berkeshire Hathaway Collar Division Marketing Support Department
Oslo, New Hampshire, 1907