More Words To Be Assimilated
To redeem myself from last summer's mistake of confusing P. G. Wodehouse with H. P. Lovecraft (which still BAFFLES me as to how that could have happened), I've checked out The World of Jeeves from the library. My favorite quote so far is from the omnibus' introduction:
There is, of course, this to be said for the Omnibus Book in general and this one in particular. When you buy it, you have got something. The bulk of this volume makes it almost the ideal paper-weight. The number of its pages assures its posessor of plenty of shaving paper on his vacation. Place upon the waistline and jerked up and down each morning, it will reduce embonpoint and strengthen the abdominal muscles. And those still at their public school will find that between, say, Caesar's Commentaries in limp cloth and this Jeeves book there is no comparison as a missile in an inter-study brawl.
And nary a word about the One Who Sleeps Below. See how I learn from my mistakes!
Which doesn't really excuse this:
There once was a Dark Lord named Sauron
Who met a young lady from Auron.
She kicked his bum
into Kingdom-Come,
That sassy young lady from Auron.
OMG I WRITTENDED A LIMERICK.
Thanks to snowgrouse's reply to my previous post, I am now wandering around the house muttering \'sau·nǝ\ to myself. Am certain I have equally horrible a chance at pronouncing Finnish Rs as I do at pronouncing Dutch Gs.
(My consonance - it is stuck in French gear and will not come out.)
There is, of course, this to be said for the Omnibus Book in general and this one in particular. When you buy it, you have got something. The bulk of this volume makes it almost the ideal paper-weight. The number of its pages assures its posessor of plenty of shaving paper on his vacation. Place upon the waistline and jerked up and down each morning, it will reduce embonpoint and strengthen the abdominal muscles. And those still at their public school will find that between, say, Caesar's Commentaries in limp cloth and this Jeeves book there is no comparison as a missile in an inter-study brawl.
And nary a word about the One Who Sleeps Below. See how I learn from my mistakes!
Which doesn't really excuse this:
There once was a Dark Lord named Sauron
Who met a young lady from Auron.
She kicked his bum
into Kingdom-Come,
That sassy young lady from Auron.
OMG I WRITTENDED A LIMERICK.
Thanks to snowgrouse's reply to my previous post, I am now wandering around the house muttering \'sau·nǝ\ to myself. Am certain I have equally horrible a chance at pronouncing Finnish Rs as I do at pronouncing Dutch Gs.
(My consonance - it is stuck in French gear and will not come out.)