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At that moment came a noise like somebody breaking the backbone of a whale and the palm leaf punka crashed straight onto the table, one end of it completely obliterating the District Commissioner. `Oh my God!' screamed Mary, upsetting her gin and tonic. `I'm terribly, terribly sorry, sir,' said Martin to the invisible D.C. The palm fronds rusted and the D.C.'s head appeared. He opened his mouth to say something - and then caught sight of a very hairy spider the circumference of a saucer making its way along the punka towards him . . . `Delightful. A collection of scattered and dotty reminiscences.' Sunday Mirror `Durrell calamity prone in a mad world!' Sunday Times