Lucky JimNew edition of the Penguin Essential of the best satire ever written 'His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as a mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.' Jix Dixon has a terrible job at a second rate university. His life is full of things he could happily do without the tedious and ridiculous Professor Welch,