GROAN WITH TWOTWNo one would have believed, in the last minutes of the nineteenth century, that the mating habits of the Russian rock squirrel were being watched from the top of the Empire State Building. No one could have dreamed that Joanne Whalley-Kilmer would run for Pope. Few left-handed Armenian clergymen even considered the advantages of an invasion of killer voles. And yet, across the Baltic, minds immeasurably stranger than ours, regarded a green and slightly runny pigeon dropping with eight oculars. And slowly and surely, they melted their minds with loud rock music. |