The Secretary is the most base member of the Society. He is not to be trusted or even advanced upon for his ways are foul and nefarious. Bald, and becoming more bald by the second. He likes birds, but more than liking them, he looks at them and thinks about them. Isn't there something sick about such a compulsion? I don't know, but I am suspicious. His own attempt to make a baby himself, carried out with tragic seriousness, fails shamefully. Can only be funny by using other people's material. Is always around at the wrong times. A genuinely boring peasant.