The Alexi Papers

The sun stretched lazily on the strand, like some imbecilic half-child of the Emperor. The Thief lay in his room, ruing the day he first saw the strange stranger, as the Professor exited, wiping the spittle from his vacuous cheek. Noone could be heard in the company except LeRoy, the page boy fool, bon vivant of the jet set. His laughter rang as you would expect it to, but did the dog hear it? The kind of boy he was was in evidence here and in other places. Then in a sudden note of frenzy there appeared my friend Rudolf who will eat the flesh of a monkey while we sing