The only thing next to you there then is The diving bell, a wigwam of passions, Inscrutable to even our doggedest detectives And theologians, those sobbing - I meant Slobbering packed minds. Finely - Finally - fine, a lee - pick your way Over to the garden. It was made just for you. If it please (DV) collect of the sashaying delights Some new fortitude - don’t you need it? You look cannonblasted, guttered. Want a coffee? It was made just for you. (Offscreen) Zadok the Prie... And Nathan...Proph... Anoooointed Solomon... Feel better yet? Good. Another second And I wouldn’t’ve been able to stand You. Two microphones I brought you. Now go get me those pictures I need. (Offscreen) Triumph! Triumph!