pˈɪks ˌʌp kənsˈɪdɚɹəbli wɛn ɪt kwˈoʊts fɹʌm dˈɑːnəld vˈaɪnɪŋz dˈaɪɚɹiz, ænd wiː kæn ˈoʊnli ɹᵻɡɹˈɛt ðæt ɡˈʌstævɹˈæθɔːl dɪdnˌɑːt spˈaɪs hɪz tˈeɪl wɪð mˈoːɹ ʌv ðɪs kˈaɪnd ʌv pˈɜːsənəl, ænd sˈɛksi, ˈænɪkdˌoʊts.
picks up considerably when it quotes from Donald Vining's diaries, and we can only regret that Gustav-Wrathall did not spice his tale with more of this kind of personal, and sexy, anecdotes.