Since he was a slip of a lad, P.S. Rover has ranked among the biggest chumps humanity has yet produced. An inveterate idler, he is an affront to many, not least those he meets. Vapid and useless are among the many epithets attributed to him by those who cannot deny knowing him. But that's enough about his parents. He remains at large in the wilds of Oxford shaping his wildest imaginings into works of fiction. That this is allowed at all is one of life’s travesties. Heaven help us all.