December 19, 2013

This & That

Andrew Lang, "Ballade of the Unattainable," Books and Bookmen (New York: George J. Coombes, 1886), pp. 174-175:
The Books I cannot hope to buy,
Their phantoms round me waltz and wheel,
They pass before the dreaming eye,
Ere Sleep the dreaming eye can seal.
A kind of literary reel
They dance; how fair the bindings shine!
Prose cannot tell them what I feel, —
The Books that never can be mine!

There frisk Editions rare and shy,
Morocco clad from head to heel;
Shakespearian quartos; Comedy
As first she flashed from Richard Steele;
And quaint De Foe on Mrs. Veal;
And, lord of landing net and line,
Old Izaak with his fishing creel, —
The Books that never can be mine!

Incunables! for you I sigh,
Black letter, at thy founts I kneel,
Old tales of Perrault's nursery,
For you I'd go without a meal!
For Books wherein did Aldus deal
And rare Galliot du Pré I pine.
The watches of the night reveal
The Books that never can be mine!

ENVOY.

Prince, hear a hopeless Bard's appeal;
Reverse the rules of Mine and Thine;
Make it legitimate to steal
The Books that never can be mine!

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To lyrics of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing":

Get up, get up, get up, get up!
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up!

Oh, baby now let's read books tonight

And when I get that feeling
I want textual healing
Textual healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine

Helps to relieve my mind
Textual healing baby, is good for me
Textual healing is something that's good for me


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The "whys" have it: started search for "why can't" and found the most popular suggestions interesting given that those two seemingly most natural of things, sleep and pregnancy, are sometimes elusive (the latter not for the Darwins or Duffys): 

 


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A sad but funny from the Dispatch:

2 comments:

William Luse said...

Off topic: Merry Christmas

TS said...

And to you and yours Bill!