Talk:Protest Virginia's tenure/@comment-67.180.104.46-20190813201733

Not sure the editing etiquette, so I won't touch it, but here's the full text:

An evening in a nearby gin palace with a pious and inconsistent temperance campaigner (She only drinks on the feastdays of saints) yields (gin-soaked) fruit. Virginia has introduced a school of 'physicians', infernal in origin and practice. They arrived by the Moloch St. train, bearing papers signed by 'the Dynamite'. The Brass Embassy is not happy.

Londoners brave (or bored) enough to surrender themselves to the treatments emerge baffled. There are reports of sitting in copper bathtubs and guessing the number of occupants the bath has ever held, of waiting rooms stuffed with the terminally boring and of lengthy examinations of Rubbery physiognomy.

I don't recall the rewards, sadly.