Any Episcopalians in the house?

[Picky_Picky]

So we thought.

But at my back, of late, I hear…

OTOH, my mother said I was 32 years old when I was born, never passing through the teen ages.

GKC

32? Well I never. Perhaps you thought if you couldn’t make your sun stand still, yet you would make him run.

 

[GKC]

32? Well I never. Perhaps you thought if you couldn’t make your sun stand still, yet you would make him run.

Rather, I always thought I had world enough and time, to sit down, and think which way to walk, and pile the books to read. Time enough. I now misdoubt me. Common condition, I think.

Shall I wear the bottom of my trousers rolled?

GKC

 

[Picky_Picky]

Rather, I always thought I had world enough and time, to sit down, and think which way to walk, and pile the books to read. Time enough. I now misdoubt me. Common condition, I think.

Shall I wear the bottom of my trousers rolled?

GKC

Well, I think that when upon the beach that’s exactly the right way to wear them, but then I’ve never been too interested in fashion: it wouldn’t have been worth it, after all. And I go in for teaspoons rather than coffee spoons.

 

[GKC]

Well, I think that when upon the beach that’s exactly the right way to wear them, but then I’ve never been too interested in fashion: it wouldn’t have been worth it, after all. And I go in for teaspoons rather than coffee spoons.

Peachy.

GKC

 

[Picky_Picky]

Peachy.

GKC

But not too daring.

To try to drag myself a little closer to the OP … I was in East Coker not long ago. It is indeed a lovely place, but unfortunately rather threatened by the planned expansion of urban Yeovil. I suppose there are too many lovely villages, too many ancient churches, and too many poets, for their surroundings to be preserved in perpetuity.

 

[GKC]

But not too daring.

To try to drag myself a little closer to the OP … I was in East Coker not long ago. It is indeed a lovely place, but unfortunately rather threatened by the planned expansion of urban Yeovil. I suppose there are too many lovely villages, too many ancient churches, and too many poets, for their surroundings to be preserved in perpetuity.

That chariot hurries for more than people.

GKC