I have just received an email which begins:

nice creature that jo march is!”by a fellow younger than himself, for emil was past fourteen and a pluckycandy molly loo and merry brought me. mammy says i can’t eat it, and itand her “ow!” was more suggestive of pins being run into her than of feari’ve had it out with him, and he won’t want to see me again in a hurry,””i said you did not know me; now you seerose looked up with a face so full of tender sorrow he could not doubtwas, with a gilt crown on its head, a little bow in its hand, and one whiteponderously upon the bench, which creaked under his weight, stuffy …

It’s spam, of course, which is just as well because the subject line was the killer punch: “dont understand, hope u can help”. Well if they don’t know I sure as Hell don’t!