Under its shade a round of light fell on his Euripides, open at the page he had been reading the night before.
[Greek: ELENE] He saw it very black, with the edges a little wavering, a little blurred, as if it had been burnt by fire into the whiteness of the page.

Below, the smaller type of a chorus reeled and shook through all its lines.

Set up by an intoxicated compositor.
Under the Euripides was the piled up manuscript of Rickman's great neo-classic drama, _Helen in Leuce_.

He implored Spinks to read it.
(Spinks was a draper's assistant and uncultured.) He thrust the manuscript into his hands.
"There," he said, "rea' that.

Tha's the sor' o' thing I write when I'm drunk.