But his Lordship’s artificial limb had still not been found.
Therefor, having directed the servants to fill the baths,
He seized the tongs,
And set out at once for the edge of the lake
Where the Throbblefooted Spectre still loitered in a distraught manner.
He presented it with a length of string
And passed on to the statue of Corrupted Endeavor
To await the arrival of autumn.
(As you might have gathered, today’s strip was not available for preview. So please enjoy chapter one of Edward Gorey’s “The Object Lesson,” written from memory.)