The casuist’s glass gets a glug.
See? A sip! he says – then takes a chug.
I agree: You’re quite right
That one mustn’t get tight!
… As for me? I’m just cozily snug.
The casuist’s glass gets a glug.
See? A sip! he says – then takes a chug.
I agree: You’re quite right
That one mustn’t get tight!
… As for me? I’m just cozily snug.
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The title is a fine bit of genius wordplay.
The first two lines remind me of many exchanges I’ve had with siblings, wives, and/or children over the question of letting me have a small drink of whatever they were so slowly sipping on that it would seem they weren’t that into it.
But I confess I can’t make “head” or tail of the remainder.
Nice work, anyway. You’re doing a fine job earning your Keep around here. How about some more of those Raskolnikovian stanzas, though?
Raskolnikovian! WORD OF THE DAY.
достоевщина, Caution.
Hemingway, Ernest. The Sun Also Rises.
Tell me this is the first item to receive the new avatar.
That’s a very sly line from Hemingway, because when you’re really drunk, you naturally don’t remember a thing.
Except perhaps Lady Brett’s memorable wool jersey. I seem to recall that it was rather, erm… what’s the adjective?
TAGGED WITH: LIKE THE HULL OF A RACING YACHT
Like a yacht! And of course, you missed none of it.
Papa’s prose still has power to stun a bit —
And have fun with: One might
Say, ‘I’m feeling as tight
As Brett’s jersey’, and thus make a pun of it.
The Master makes so much more sense now!
And Season 4 of Mad Men!
Ah … right. That tight.
Waugh, Evelyn. Decline and Fall
I second that. I liked those.
Thank you kindly, Rachel and Mr Potter.
I have every intention of returning to Rhyme and Punishment. Just got to work on some other things first.