15/26 Think of the angry uncle! O'Toole has thought of him and so keeps out of his way. Here's a nice world, where hulking, shapeless giants like O'Toole hide themselves from angry uncles behind a dwarf-girl's petticoats. Bah! We will go back and kick O'Toole." Wogan rose to his feet. Jenny did not move; she sat and laughed scornfully. But he would take you up by the scruff of the neck and the legs and beat your face against your knees until you were dead. |