Oh my goodness, now that really is much better. Odzookins!! That absolutely horrid dormouse of a man!! How utterly insufferable!! Earth has not anything to show more wretched!! I truly do not think that I could have withstood the barrage of even one more shattered plural or dangling participle. I know he's flitting about here somewhere. And when I see him I shall be hard put not to box his ears!! After the unspeakable things he did to mine!! Though I may leave it to Lord Byron. He's asked for first licks.
"Forget not then the secrets that we hold"...well, you're a bit rusty, old soul. But not bad given the circumstance. Not much time to mull over it. And Rambi, that poor dear, it must have been troubling for her. I shall be forever grateful to her. More than she will ever know.
And....oh my...I shall miss her sorely I think. Know. Ahhh me. Oh! too industrious folly! Oh! vain and causeless melancholy! Perhaps we shall meet sometime at some ethereal juncture, some heavenly waystation.....why....is it....can it be.....Rambi, is that...is that you? Why my word, yes it is!! I'd know that thought anywhere! Oh, I'm so very very delighted! Dear girl! I am so very happy! How are you?
Hmmm. I do seem to be getting the knack of this confounded transmigration thing. They told me it takes a century or two to get the fit of it. Fear not though. I shan't disturb you as you go about your affairs. Unless of course you should take it upon yourself to invite an old ghost for an occasional tea and scones!...Oh, that's delightful! I'll wait to hear from you then. Assuming I don't muck it up.
But too...should you by the by find yourself penning your "to-do" list in iambic pentameter...perhaps an especially well-crafted salutation in a Christmas card...well, you never know, my dear, perhaps I just couldn't resist!
I shall take my leave now. Fare thee well!! But if I may, I should like to leave you with a memory of words. I always rather liked this one.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. |
