(La Esquella de la torratxa, Barcelona, 1884)
Stop the train! Fumigation… or no fart shall pass through the cordon.
For some reason… the separate fumigant is hidden.
“Let’s go back, Laurence, let’s go back: these people must not have phoenix acid and they would like to disinfect us with lead pills.”
“Give me a piece of cord.”
“Young lady, I don’t have any, nor is it easy for me to find it anywhere: they have spent everything to cordon off the province.”
“Where is this box from?”
“From Alicante…”
“From Alicante?… Help, assistance, microbes!”
“Carry on!”
“Take me? I do what they have commanded.”
“Yes? Well, that’s how; like a kangaroo.” (??)
Sic Transit Pestilentia 