[notsaussure] at it once again

To my post [tomorrow cometh] thank goodness, Notsaussure replied with yet another of his gems:

Your allusion to Vitai Lampada reminded me that years ago, when the New Statesman was worth reading (yes, that long ago), they had a wonderful literary competition to see how much havoc a compositor could cause by mis-setting one single letter in a well-know piece of verse. This led to results like:

There's a breathless lush in the Close to-night

and

They tuck you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do. (P Larkin)

and (my favourite), from Macbeth,

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: / Hoover through the fog and filthy air

Indebted, Notsaussure. For an earlier gem, which one commenter misunderstood as me having a go at the worthy NSS, click here.