The former address, "reactionary drivel," was a P. G. Wodehouse gag that few ever understood to be a mildly self-deprecating joke. Drivel, perhaps, but not reactionary. Neither the Red Caps nor the Reds ever got it.
A
fugitive lopes through the ghostly woods In
animal despair, haunted, pursued, Soul-stumbling
in the spirit-grasping shadows, Lost
in the moonless cold, the hissing night.
No comments:
Post a Comment