Sunday, March 07, 2021

"Once More Unto The Breeches Dear Friends..."

      "...Once more after the quilts and towels; or close the laundry-room up with our Lata Riparian* dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a homeowner as modest stillness and humility:  But when the blast of Spring cleaning blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger; stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, disguise lazy nature with hard-favour'd work...."

      As the Bard did not write; but as I must, in fact, do, alternating between home office and basement laundry today, with a quick shower early and a side-trip to the grocer along about midday. 

      "For there is none of you so mean and base,
      "That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
      "I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
      "Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:†
      "Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'"

      Once more, with feeling -- though I actually managed to wash all my dungarees yesterday, so check off "breeches" and a bad pun.  That still leaves the quilts and so on....
* This would be dog-Latin for "Broad Ripplite."
† Show of hands, who didn't catch that Sherlock Holmes was quoting Shakespeare's Henry V when he said that to Dr. Watson?

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