Yes, where did we get up to then?
Third and last part of the serial for this week
The Catholic education, this is, right?
Oh, and also, it's self education back at the art-deco cocktail cabinet, you will remember, which he lived in

The world of language proved hyper-accessible to Otto who even then was no stranger to the written word
There had been days at home when a high wind would festoon him with random information:
Bus tickets and timetables
Bankrupt magazines
Yesterday's papers
Wrappers and bottles
Obsolete menus

Ingredients:
Soy bean protein
Monosodium glutamate
Hydrolyzed milk solids
Saccharin
Lecithin
Niacin
Thiamine
Emulsifier

Important:
Bend
Do not bend
Caution: exposure to heat could cause drowsiness
Open other end
Keep in a cool place
Do not bend
Cans, cartons, glove box
Comics, comics, comics
Writ with the gordiite pornography of physical pain
Wild with the language of shrapnel their pages had burned his eyes
Wizzz, bat, bat
Justice trapped the guilty
Boom splat banzai kill kill
Pkoocha dang dang pkoocha
The game's up Malloy
Crack crack pkoocha dang
Freeze
Splat

Twin jets bleep
Twin jets of death
He was God's assassin
A mindless angel of vengeance
Who knew the jagged truth of the broken window and the wordless poetry of spite punctured the music of chimes

At the age of seven Jack had been educated by accident
Well?
Play it well