Wht's sad is the super-dense wilful obliviousness with which Chongo refuses to face up to the enormity of his sins against his poor little sister and his aged, infirm mother, abandoned to their own devices lo, these many years past in the jungles of Uganda. THAT's what's sad!

He will pay the piper someday for his callous cruelty. Just you wait and see.

And now that Chinga has become a successful madame of a growing simian prostitution ring, with flourishing branch offices in Chicago, San Francisco, New York and Pocatello, Idaho, she will have the means to exact her pound of stinking, flea-infested, filth-laden, whiskey-soaked, cigar-stinking ,furry flesh.