To: Rambi who wrote (24493 ) 8/20/1998 12:45:00 PM From: Thomas C. White Read Replies (1) | Respond to
Dear me. I do so tire of this dull ectoplasmic existence. Ever flitting about, a mere ghost of my former corporeal, poetic self. Although thank goodness I have got the feel of these silly wings. My, but the first few weeks were dreadful! Ever finding myself falling headlong into a thunderhead and being shaken about like a rag doll, and giving Byron and Keats the laugh of their heavenly lives. A stint back on terra firma would be more than grand! How I have longed for a good, long hot bath! And some sweet creature pouring water on my back. And a pipeful! And perhaps even the tiniest pinch of medicinal scotch from the Highlands when no one's looking. Lord, the last transmutation I did, I did catch me a bit of a mouthful. But it was that dreadful poison that I cadged off that wizened old prospector that dear Rambi seems to have quite the thing for. there's yet another curse to this ethereal nonexistence, mayhaps the worst, but I dare not think on that, oh, I darenot! Could you but regain your once rangy form, you'd be worth more than words, old Wordsworth! For you were not bad looking in your time. Not by a longshot. You mischievous old imp you. hates when I call him that), that one can actually commune telepathically with the desired person on a particularly good day. But that when done to excess, it can produce quite a vicious pounding in the head.The sky is overspread hideous. That wretched Wagner again!! Oh, how I do despise that horrid fellow! For months I have been trying to unseat that bounder from the Music of the Spheres committee. How positively awful it is, one moment enjoying a perfectly decent day soaring through the firmament, and then there go those flatulent trumpets and tubas and the next thing you know, there's all this screeching and caterwauling like a cat with his tail caught in a door. If I can, I shall simply have to expose her to something less...taxing. Nay, I shall consider it my sworn duty. Chopin perhaps.Rambi? Is that you? My dear! It's me! Your friend William! Do you remember? Those days in Paraguay?
