In guest room of his Uncle came uneasy dreams. Barely fledged, the Well-Dressed Albatross had been packed off to live with Theosophus after his father was randomly and fatally pierced by the arrow of an impulsive mariner.

While making his confession, Pim little knew that Bim was behind the very same church, working through complex issues in extreme solitude. Pim and Bim seem identical, but aren’t.

Ukifune was invited in to meet Uncle Thoesophus. The Well-Dressed Albatross helped himself to some fluids in cut-glass vessels, meandered into a disused smoking room, and was soon snoring upon a divan.

A few kilometres from Clive, the WDA, and Ukifune, Pim had come to a church on the Danube. Pim was ruminating on what to say to the Priest who had just emerged from a confessional.

Minutes later the WDA—to call upon his Uncle Theosophus whom he hoped would have a few Euros he wasn’t using—walked the same block of the same small town in Austria that Clive had just travelled. Ukifune approached from the opposite direction.

Clive had followed Ukifune’s trail to a small town in Austria. Yet every time he got closer to her she seemed to slip further away.

Unfortunately Slim had miscalculated the angle of approach. Surfacing, Slim discovered not Mr. Love but the Well-Dressed Albatross, upon a raft, enjoying a cool beverage, and staring more intently into the middle-distance even than usual.

Before heading out to enact deeds of unspeakable vileness, Slim—knowing that few things were less appealing to Gim than eternal recurrence—had twisted Gim into a Möbius strip

It doesn’t happen often but by the time they got to London Pim and Bim were quarrelling to such a degree that they sealed themselves in jars and floated down the Thames at quite some distance from one another.

The strife between Pim and Bim might well have been prescient of the particularly diabolical mischief that Slim was planning. And the reason Slim moved amphibiously to Mr. Love’s new digs.