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| marbletopped highboy |
[There are some things which cannot and, we should like to be able to say, shall not be done.]
[♬ Hay, hay, hay! Hoq, hoq, hoq! Faun and Flora... love that little old joq.] lyrics
[quondam (pfuit! pfuit!)]
FDV: "Imposing enough indeed he looked and worthy of that title as he sat on gala nights in the royal booth with wardrobepanelled coat thrown back from a shirt wellnamed a swallowall far outstarching the laundered lordies and marbletopped highboys of the pit. A baser meaning has been read into these letters, the literal sense of which decency can but touch. It has been suggested that he suffered from a vile disease. To such a suggestion the only selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one would like to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. Nor have his detractors mended their case by insinuating that he was at one time under the imputation of annoying soldiers in the park. To anyone who knew and loved H. C. E. this suggestion is preposterous."
4DV: "from his viceregal booth where, a veritable Napoleon the Fourth, this father of the people all of the time sat having the entirety of his house about him with the invariable broadstretched kerchief cooling his whole neck, nape and shoulderblades and in a wardrobepanelled tuxedo completely thrown back from a shirt well entitled a swallowall, on every point far outstarching the laundered clawhammers and marbletopped highboys of the pit stalls and early amphitheatre. A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal sense of which decency can safely scarcely hint. It has been blurtingly bruited by certain wisecracks that he suffered from a vile disease. To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should like to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. Nor have his detractors, who, an imperfectly warmblooded race, apparently conceive him as a great white catterpillar capable of any and every enormity in the calendar recorded to the discredit of the Juke and Kellikek families, mended their case by insinuating that, alternatively, he lay at one time under the ludicrous imputation of annoying Welsh fusiliers in the people's park. To anyone who knew and loved the Christlikeness of the big cleanminded giant H.C. Earwicker throughout his long existence the mere suggestion of him as a lustsleuth nosing for trouble in a boobytrap rings particularly preposterous."
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(his bossaloner is ceilinged there
ReplyDeletea cuckoospit less eminent than the redritualhoods of Maccabe and Cullen)
where, a veritable Napoleon the Nth,
our worldstage's practical jokepiece
and retired cecelticocommediant in his own wise,
this folksforefather all of the time sat,
having the entirety of his house about him,
with the invariable broadstretched kerchief cooling
his whole neck, nape and shoulderblades
and in a wardrobepanelled tuxedo
completely thrown back from a shirt well entitled a swallowall,
on every point far outstarching
the laundered clawhammers and marbletopped highboys
of the pit stalls and early amphitheatre.
The piece was this: look at the lamps.
The cast was thus: see under the clock.
Ladies' circle: cloaks may be left.
Pit, prommer and parterre: standing room only.
Habituels conspicuously emergent.
A baser meaning has been read into these characters
the literal sense of which decency can safely scarcely hint.
It has been blurtingly bruited by certain wisecrackers
(the stinks of Mohorat are in the nightplots of the morning)
that he suffered from a vile disease.
Athma, unmanner them!
To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer
is to affirm that there are certain statements which ought not to be
and, one should like to hope to be able to add,
ought not to be allowed to be made.
Nor have his detractors,
who, an imperfectly warmblooded race,
apparently conceive him as a great white caterpillar
capable of any and every enormity in the calendar
recorded to the discredit of the Juke and Kellikek families,
mended their case by insinuating that, alternatively,
he lay at one time under the ludicrous imputation
of annoying Welsh fusiliers in the people's park.
Hay, hay, hay! Hoq, hoq, hoq!
Faun and Flora on the lea love that little old joq.
To anyone who knew and loved the Christlikeness
of the big cleanminded giant H. C. Earwicker
throughout his excellency long vicefreegal existence
the mere suggestion of him as a lustsleuth
nosing for trouble in a boobytrap
rings particularly preposterous.
Truth, beard on prophet, compels one to add
that there is said to have been quondam (pfuit! pfuit!)
some case of the kind implicating, it is interdum believed,
a quidam (if he did not exist it would be necessary quoniam to invent him)
abhout that time stambuling haround Dumbaling in leaky sneakers
character-list: "3 Fusiliers, Quidam"
ReplyDeletemessage motif:
doubtful interpretation
gossip: censored, contradictory, rejected, misattributed