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Meanwhile, back in Friesian Tun, the feelings of Pimple Minor, (for he was a minor as he had an older brother, Pimple Major, who was a Something in the City, though of diminished intellectual credentials, but exceptionally useful contacts), ran amok. This was not an extraordinary sensation for this dim-witted and fully inbred member of the British aristocracy; Pimple was the Honourable Viscount Everard Pimple, the fourth degree of rank and dignity in the British peerage, though people ordinarily called him Pimple. He was uncomfortable being called, “My Lord,” as would be his entitlement. Generally the family Pimple understated their rank. The mother, a fearful moose of a woman, was often referred to as just plain ordinary Dame Pimple and she allowed this, especially when she shopped
