While searching for something else, I found this poem by Clive James: The Book of My Enemy Has Been Remaindered. It is a wonderful read, and sounds even better read by Garrison Keillor.
This poem delights writers and reminds everyone else that writers are not necessarily the nice people you assume we are.
More later,
Lord Grey’s Lisp: Or, how to write speech impediments (or not)
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Readers of Dorothy Dunnett might already know where I’m heading with this.
For them, I say “Stop now, if you wish. Nothing new to see, here.” For the
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