A piano, a Hungarian pipe smoker, and a maker of death masks who ran off with The Rabbit of the Northern Clans' money. The year was 1823, Ash Wednesday, February the 20th, a day after one of The Rabbit's many birthdays. When I think about it, The Rabbit has about forty or fifty birthdays a year, so it's tricky.
It's a little detail from The Rabbit of Usk, and it's also an exercise in
apostrophes. Not something your correspondent is good at. He apparently has no
innate ability in the arena apostrophes, they do not flow from him like the
Brown Water of the River Nile. Nor are Capital letters a strong point in me. But
fortunately this isn't physics and nor is it Physics.