Not true. 'Twas an irish sailor married ta many a woman from different continents and seeking the manner o' keeping them all satisfied. Poor fella was force immigrated to Australia after a misunderstanding with the dean of of Oxford o'er his daughter.

Not meaning to be narky, lad. Just wanting ta keep ya straight on what's what.

Damn. The only man what felt the need ta speak proper is dead afore I see his note, God rest his soul. P'rhaps theres a lesson in that. P'rhaps 'twas naught but poor timing.

Damn peculiar still. When he was speaking ta me I was nowhere ta be found unless he knew Maub. Don't seem her type though. Not nearly twisted aenough.

Off to Dublin in the morning me lads. Maybe I'll stop and see Ma Moonshadow about that wee one. The rest o' ya fine fellas will just ha'e to wait until I return.

Nice to see my people given credit for something other than bad jokes and communist sympathies.

Being the premier art fag of the world and a jew doesn't count for anything? I teach art classes to the poor kids, man!

You're a tough critic.