It's really funny how many Kenyon people find their way to these Friendly Confines. An old pal, an alum, nudged me in the ribs recently about Walker's Pond (a popular off-campus destination for class-skippers, dopers and trysting couples), and up pops another, somewhat more mysterious, entity with a comment that clearly also betrayed an intimate familiarity with that dear old mud-puddle.
It's occurred to me:
I am become the Host of Lords!
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JC says,
Speaking of Walker's Pond, I'm still worried about Patti Smith . . . .
I initially read this as, "I am become the House of Lords!" Bit of the old ermine and foxhunt at Jingo Manor, wot?
Don't forget the Ladies. There is at least one of us here on occasion.
Did you ever meet Harlow Walker?
I am becalm, Lord of Hosed; or, Philander's had enough.
If this joke was anymore inside, it would be your kidneys.
Don't forget the Ladies. There is at least one of us here on occasion.
Who forgot the Ladies? I didn't forget the Ladies! Did you forget the Ladies? Who forgot the Ladies?
Did you ever meet Harlow Walker?
Walker? I barely know her!
I am becalm, Lord of Hosed; or, Philander's had enough.
Not only Kenyon alumni, but giants of Modernist Irish literature, too! Welcome, Shem!
You ever clean up after one of those parties??
Eeeesh. . .
over the river and through a small wood, there was a gentle man who might have said while rubbing his index finger and thumb together:
"Ah yes...I see our good doktor wishes to discuss the ineffable as zo he is master of zee surdus."
...then again, maybe it was the ice cream and brandy talking. what an emptiness his absence leaves.
What an emptiness his absence leaves.
Indeed.
But wither rat and yak?
But wither rat and yak?
OK, this is just getting a little too weird....
Who the hell are you people?!?!?!?
Rat and Yak... Jesus. Now that's obscure.
Rat and Yak are now headlining in Branson, Mo. appearing in their Owens and Clark retrospective entitled "Where Oh Where Are You Tonight."
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