Robbery! [voice]
[The following is preceded by an inordinate amount of emotional huffing and puffing. Samuel's voice in uncharacteristically tense.]
I have been slighted. I have been fooled. I have been wronged. Terribly, in fact. And that wrong I demand to be righted.
Upon returning to my abode I find a shamble, the fine lady of 1077 strewn naked upon the floor for all to look upon with the door strewn aside, unable to cover her shame. And when I came to cradle my dear, pathetic quarters in my arms, I find her irreparably violated.
A brown bowler. a grey homburg. A royal blue trilby. Two porkpies- one classic straw, the other deep red. And one c-coachman.... as green as the spring turf.
[His voice cracks on 'turf'. This last hat must be his favorite. He pauses to compose himself, then continues:]
I do not begrudge to be the arm of justice. I cannot bring back the sweet sovereignty, the dignity most divine to our life. But I can ask for my hats back.
Adieu. Adieu. I regress to my den to sit upon the floor and attempt to dyke my tears.
[....sob.]
I have been slighted. I have been fooled. I have been wronged. Terribly, in fact. And that wrong I demand to be righted.
Upon returning to my abode I find a shamble, the fine lady of 1077 strewn naked upon the floor for all to look upon with the door strewn aside, unable to cover her shame. And when I came to cradle my dear, pathetic quarters in my arms, I find her irreparably violated.
A brown bowler. a grey homburg. A royal blue trilby. Two porkpies- one classic straw, the other deep red. And one c-coachman.... as green as the spring turf.
[His voice cracks on 'turf'. This last hat must be his favorite. He pauses to compose himself, then continues:]
I do not begrudge to be the arm of justice. I cannot bring back the sweet sovereignty, the dignity most divine to our life. But I can ask for my hats back.
Adieu. Adieu. I regress to my den to sit upon the floor and attempt to dyke my tears.
[....sob.]