You wouldn't let me join, would you, you blackballing bastards. Well I wouldn't become a Freemason now if you went down on your lousy stinking knees and begged me. We're sorry you feel that way, but we did want a block of flats, nice though the abattoir is. Oh sod the abattoir, that's not important. But if any of you could put in a word for me I'd love to be a mason.
Masonry opens doors.
I've got a second-hand apron. Mr. Wiggin exits. Mr Tid rises. Now the second architect is Mr. Wymer of Wymer and Dibble. It has three main lifts and two service lifts.