You are politely requested toturn a handle at the foot of your bed before leaving the room, andforthwith the frame turns up into a vertical position, and thebedclothes hang airing. You stand at the doorway and realise thatthere remains not a minute's work for anyone to do. Memories of thefoetid disorder of many an earthly bedroom after a night's usefloat across your mind.
Or become athorough-going typist and stenographer and secretarial expert.""But I can't do that.""Why not?""You see, if I do... read more
