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Post by martinrowe on May 20, 2020 10:15:58 GMT
I suspected as much - Maturin
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Post by walkingdecay on May 20, 2020 13:05:48 GMT
I suspected as much - Maturin Bonden there! A glass for this man, while I find out my cello and the Boccherini, unless the weevils have consumed it. You are a man of exquisite taste, sir.
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Post by andrewjw on May 20, 2020 19:30:52 GMT
Thanks Martin. I am well now, although the chapter on doctoring in my Bumper Book For Boys - an essay entitled Of False Humours And Ministrations Medicinal - persuades me that I have emerged from my recent ague possessed of an even more choleric nature than that which had previously inhabited me. The book may be very slightly dated by the standards of whatever century this is, but I rate its advice above the gropings and splutterings of any quacksalver. When it counsels that (short of a leeching and hours spent winding the gut of a bull walrus onto the capstan of a sturdy bass viol) I should vent my spleen whenever possible, I take it seriously. Thus the content of my previous post. So good to hear that you have escaped the ministrations of the men with beaks...as a result I feel the time is nigh for a troubadour like yourself to be melding a ballad or some Occitan poetry perhaps...? Those of us with still some taste [and sense of smell ]eagerly await your return to Ye Plucky Anas ...
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Post by walkingdecay on May 21, 2020 7:02:40 GMT
Thanks Martin. I am well now, although the chapter on doctoring in my Bumper Book For Boys - an essay entitled Of False Humours And Ministrations Medicinal - persuades me that I have emerged from my recent ague possessed of an even more choleric nature than that which had previously inhabited me. The book may be very slightly dated by the standards of whatever century this is, but I rate its advice above the gropings and splutterings of any quacksalver. When it counsels that (short of a leeching and hours spent winding the gut of a bull walrus onto the capstan of a sturdy bass viol) I should vent my spleen whenever possible, I take it seriously. Thus the content of my previous post. So good to hear that you have escaped the ministrations of the men with beaks...as a result I feel the time is nigh for a troubadour like yourself to be melding a ballad or some Occitan poetry perhaps...? Those of us with still some taste [and sense of smell ]eagerly await your return to Ye Plucky Anas ... Thanks for the charitable thought, Andrew, but I've inflicted enough suffering on the world.
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