The Reading Room Sat congealed in cavernous leeb, flicking, flipping, not observing, when upcroached Lively, spitting, cursing, "Y have ma chair", "Nay dunna", scuffle there, and then eject, next bond of pals, drinkin mindless, till one day woman split, cut deep, tis prehistoric, genetic, no fret, well not for ye, sad but end.