(See under ‘N’) — what a load
Of cheap rhymes, what a caper!
— There’s always the Tapir —
That’s quite enough, any road.
I'm afraid the pictures haven't come out too well here. You could try clicking on them and then fiddling about, but they look much better in the book.
These two clapped-out old farts in what looks like Death's waiting-room are in fact Kurt Vonnegut and William Burroughs.