A scene from the throne room

The stool enters the ledger as Throne Provisional, Mark Two, three legs, one short, wobbling to the left, and the fifteen-dollar deposit remains with a carpenter who has not written back. The Well of State, meanwhile, sits beneath Miss Havisham's table, a place set for it at noon.

Then we are a mail-order house, Emperor: catalogue page one, a well holding nothing at four fifteen, sold by the sexton, stocked beside one ledger and a folding shelf. Sears sold houses the same way, and the houses at least had a roof and a step.

The programme runs eleven minutes forty, cost fourteen dollars eighty, and is entered in the ledger under Productions — with the cloud tax marked pending, as clouds have no pockets. The wobble stays on the floor; I have the release form.