"The Pleasant Isle of Aves – no doubt you learned the poem at school? A very Eden, where once I wooded and watered whilst serving 'gainst the cursed Dons. There, in grotto secure, shall I build thee a two-storey bower all set about wi' fragrant blossoms and stored with jungle delicacies, the booming surf and gentle breezes to lull thy slumbers, mosquito cream by the bucket and only two minutes from the beach."