You do, indeed. Thank you. I’m glad to see our friendship hasn’t derailed after all. Now to return your kindness, I’ll promise to be less nice in the future.
Regards, my friend. No hard feelings.
P.S.: Regarding my post above, I do know how to spell “inadvertent.” Most embarrassing given the context.
SA, no need to smack yourself for these things, or mention them, actually. Even the smartest person here (certainly not me) bullshits far more than you realise, and everyone gets their knowledge from somewhere. (Probably Google these days - but enough about me!)
I noticed neither that you had misspelled “inadvertently” (cos I read for elucidation/entertainment, not for pedantry), nor that you’d confused Walden with Thoreau. I’m sure brainier people than you have done just that. Heck, I thought Beijing and Peking were different cities in China for several years. And I was living in Hong Kong!!
Thank you. I think my embarrassment was due in part to it’s having occurred in a post in which I was attempting to defend my intelligence, and to the fact that Eve has entered the thread and I felt sure she would have taken note. I fear the estimable Eve cares not for me a whit, but I have regard for her and prefer not to earn her scorn needlessly. My political and philosophical postings do a good enough job of that as it is.
But thank you for your solicitude. It is appreciated.
Well, if it’s any comfort, I picture you as one of the starving artists as drawn by DuMaurier in Trilby, complete with Parisian garret and Saucy Model Girls. . .
Ah, a most romantic image, indeed. Thank you.
(Although I’m sure you [and the redoubtable mr. thornhill, as well] know I’m pretty much faking familiarity with your reference.)
But be that as it may…regards, Eve. It really is nice to have you back. It was with an expression of both surprise and delight that I first made notice of your return.
Wyatt was one scary SOB with regards to human resources, I’ll tell you that.
Andy, I’m as much as a faker as Starvers. I’ve never seen the film. What’s more, I lost what little interest I had in motorbikes when I hopped on one (just 125CC) in Phuket and promptly fell off at the first junction, having jammed on the brakes when I was trying to change gear. Or vice versa. I did get round the island eventually, but my next lesson was even more painfu. A T-shirt’s not the best apparel when it’s 90+ degrees.
No I don’t!