In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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'"Hear you've lost your glasses, guv'nor."
"That is so."
"Nuisance, what?"
"Undeniably."
"Ought to have a spare pair."
"I have broken the spare pair."
"Tough luck! And lost the other?"
"And as you say, lost the other."
"Have you looked for the bally things?"
"I have."
"Must be somewhere, I mean."
"Quite possibly."
"Where," asked Freddie, warming to his work, "did you see them last?"
"Go away!" said Lord Emsworth, on whom his child's conversation had begun to have an oppressive effect.
"Eh?"
"Go away!"
"Go away?"
"Yes, go away!"
"Right ho!"'
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--Leave it to Psmith, by P. G. Wodehouse
"The p, I should add for your guidance, is silent, as in phthisis, psychic, and ptarmigan."--Psmith

1 comment:

Kat said...

Oh hurray.
Nothing like a bit of Wodehouse to spruce up your day.