"Skip" it, in the bad rubbish sense. Despite living on an island replete with unpaid professional humourists and an endless world of bad books, Mr. Ince has the strangest, least compelling wit of nearly any book he's read. He even manages to pick the dullest passages from a small collection of purely ridiculous books. Otherwise he's content to collect the complete series of pulp romance novels. See, it's a Norwegian love interest again! So goes his version of humour, telegraphed from a camp somewhere very much in the wilderness.