Now your old Uncle Fuckface when he trundled his waggon through the dazzling portals of his beloved Mosaic City he was literally slavering with anticipation. Imagine now his dismay to see it peopled with all variations of apes and monkeys. His pupil and he descended, could this be the right place? Then he saw a boy turning the handle of a barrel organ, sweet music clanking out. Excuse me young sir, he enquired, are there no other people here? The boy grinned and scratched his head, blinking, but could not be induced to reply.