The triffid scouts assemble at dawn to receive their orders.
Destination? Yonder right to investigate garden borders.
Loon: The Lords of the 4th Dimension have brought here today the one, the only, St. Patrick himself for this week’s interview. Saint, are leprechauns real?
St. Patrick’s ghost: Sure they are.
Loon: Have you ever found or eaten a four leaf clover?
St. Patrick’s ghost: I and me companions preserve me! Yes, it’s true.
Loon: Did you use a large whip to drive all those snakes and ladders out of England?
St. Patrick’s ghost: Shut it down, boy. I fear ye’ve sprung a leak in your brains. (ascends)
Loon (satisfied): Be back next week when I ask another celebrity ghost 3 questions.
‘…on with what I was on with,’ he spoke, ‘you should clean your teeth before ever you have anything to do with a woman.’
You see, I like it when things are bent slightly off kilter, such as is evident with this parade of words in Mr. Green’s upstairs downstairs tome, Loving.
Of course we all love feeling like happy little owls, and Albert was no exception.
Albert wore this coat:
a. whenever he went to get a haircut.
b. on a secret mission to Tashkent.
c. when Lucky Lindy took him for a sky ride.
d. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
e. because it made him feel like a happy little owl.
You should do something because of this. I don’t know what, but something. Lark about? Pirouette? Shout ‘Huzzah!’?
The resplendent toad ladled gravy into his maw with a diamond studded silver dipper veined in gold. Giles Tumbleberry despaired. Why had he been rejected? After all, hadn’t he and he alone invented the intergalactic steamboat? The toad handed the ladle to Giles and belched long and loud. Thereupon Giles flew into a rage, made a nest there, and peered out, slit of eye and bereft of dreams, at a cruel world where resplendent toads live in luxury and intergalactic steamboat inventors are treated like unwanted viscera.
Moral: When life offers you viscera, opt for salad instead.
Today is the birthday of Wanda Gag.
Did you know that her last name rhymes with frog?
One Newbery, two Caldecotts were her quota.
Not bad for a wunderkind from Minnesota.
Loon: Oh, here’s an elegant looking little ballerina. What was you favorite flavor of ice cream, Ms. Miller?
Marilyn Miller’s ghost: Screw you, pal.
Loon: Oh, sorry. Did you like to dance?
Marilyn Miller’s ghost: Screw you again, pal. Strike two.
Loon: Oh, well then, what was Flo Ziegfeld really like?
Marilyn Miller’s ghost: That’s three, you dumb bastard, and I am out of here. (toe dances away on air)
Loon: Oh.
It was not actually raining, but each gas lamp had a rusty little halo of mist.
That’s from Chapter 12 of The Secret Agent. I should have said CHAPTER TWELVE!! Why? There are 13 chapters in The Secret Agent. All of them save one are chapters. That one is a CHAPTER!! And that one is Chapter 12.
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