While wandering the (dark!) streets of London last week, I was browsing in the window of a bookshop just off the Charing Cross Road (bookshop heaven - one of the bits of London I do really like) when I saw a set of late 18th Century engravings featuring the figure of Death in a variety of situations (not by Gillray, I don't think, but that kind of thing). One of the captions, in rhyming couplets, accompanying a hellish scene of a 'gin house', was:
"Some find Death through the sword and the bullet,
Others through the fluids they pour down their gullet."
Quite so.
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