by stephen hastings-king

In the afternoon I plead guilty to the abreption of the inspection car, then to admiring flowers pedicellate; the calyx obsolete, the cup acetabuliform, five-angled, five-toothed and somewhat compressed, boat-shaped. 

At night I observe with a telescope fitted with horizontal wires the rising and setting of stars, arriving at faultless truths about their theoretical axis of rotation by floating the whole in a mercury bath. 

In the morning I listen through an ear-trumpet in the form of a natural ear to lists of obsolete names--epidote, oisanite, puschkinite, achmatite, beustite, escherite--a drowsy maid with the sleep scarce brushed out of her hair.