Don't quite know how he does it!'
"So Snaggs, the slangy cynic. See him there
With pouching shirt-front and disordered hair,
Talking to Cramp the sturdy,
Irreverent R. A. And he,—that's Joyce,
The shaggy swart Silenus, with a voice
Much like a hurdy-gurdy.
"You see him everywhere, though none knows why;
Every hand meets his grip, though every eye
Furtively hints abhorrence.