That’s ten syllables, which, by an odd coincidence, is
exactly the same number as were contained in the name of an Assistant Governor
at a prison where I once worked. His name was Michael Francis Vibert
Watson-Jackson. He’d been an army officer at one time, and a Russian who was
examining his papers had asked incredulously ‘All one man?’
But at least he had gaps in his.
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