Worm-eaten, like the exceedingly old voters who would be disinterred to use them, snorted the rival National Party, adding that even the new list included lots of Nicaraguan immigrants who should not be on it.
And was it really that same head, battered and worm-eaten, with an iron spike still rammed through the skull, that became a souvenir, a vulgar curiosity, a treasured relic and was finally in 1960 secretly laid to rest in the chapel of Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge, where the young Cromwell briefly studied?