Note 56 — THE TWENTY-SECOND PAPYRUS

I cannot help remarking that this sounds rather awfully like what I might almost venture to term an ante-Christian automobile or motorcar, with its secret recesses filled with oil and water, its vibrations, its pantings, its pulsations, and its hooter on the front. If this conjecture of mine could be clearly substantiated, it would furnish a fresh exemplification of the adage “Nothing new under the sun,” I fancy. A. H.