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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....""You can rely implicitly on Jeeves. Ah," I said, as the door opened. "Here he comes, his head sticking out at the back and his eyes shining with intelligence and what not. You have thought of something, Jeeves?"
......."Yes, sir."
......."I knew it. I was saying a moment ago that you always find the way. Well, let us have it."
......."There is a method by means of which Mrs. Travers can be extricated from her sea of toubles. Shakespeare."
.......I didn't know why he was addressing me as Shakespeare, but I motioned him to continue.
......."Proceed, Jeeves."
.......He did so, turning now to Aunt Dahlia, who was gazing at him like a bear about to recieve a bun." ~P.G. Wodehouse, Bertie Wooster Sees It Through
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