Sumbawa and Last Night's Dinner

The man in the hat met a man with a colophon-head. The man with the colophon-head in turn met the man in the hat who that day was wearing a Sumatran Sumbawa with a silk hatband. They talked at brief about hats and things of an ornithological nature, then parted ways, the man in the hat crossing the crossways sideways, the man with the colophon-head walking backwards, his head embossing as he went. The sky smelt like spelt and boiled onions; the sky smelt of bile-onions and old cheese, the sky smelt badly. The man in the hat smelt like last night’s dinner, crab-cakes and stewed mutton, boiled potatoes and tasteless parsnips. The night smelt like the man in the hat’s dinner (last night’s dinner) the one before todays. The day opened without a bang, scampering across the sideways crossways. The day started with a whimper, double-stepping crossways across the sideways. The day had not yet begun, it was without a beginning a middle or an ending.