A Rag, a Bone and a Hank of Hair

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A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care) But the fool he called her his lady fair - (Even as you and I!)

Rudyard Kipling, 'The Vampire'

'What is aught, but as 'tis valued?'

William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida

1

LONDON'S TRAFFIC ROARED past as I prepared to attack.

'Don't, Lovejoy.' Shar was beautiful and furious. But she's a lawyer. They always say don't. 'You'll get arrested.'

People on passing buses stared. Old crones called things like, 'Riff-raff!' It gets me narked. This was me out in the rain, fighting for them. We could all sit in warm buses and do nothing while the world dies.

Nothing for it. I went to the middle of the road with my placard and howled at Holloway University, 'You swine stole my Old Masters! You thieving—'

Two weary bobbies arrested me.

Shar was still arguing two nights later in bed. Do lawyers ever give up? I honestly think they're abnormal.

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