Eliza is of course right - a description of what we possess in confinement would have been another way of putting it, though it wouldn't fit in the title edit box. Without disrespect to Eliza's good self, it's the best I could do.

But he is (still with us yet) so much more inventive in setting clues than others that I rather despair for the future. Where will we find another Master who can set alphabetical puzzles (where you don't have numbers, just the letter they start with) in rhyme? Damn'd siesta! My God, I'm not Gunga Din! Heel, hounds! (3,4,3.10,2,3,2,3,3-3,3)