I have gathered a posie of other men’s flowers
And nothing but the thread that binds them is mine own.
That’s John Bartlett, talking about his Familiar Quotations. My parents had a very old copy, and in my thrilling youth I would…
Your papers! the policeman cried. Ah my papers. Now the only papers I carry with me are bits of newspaper, to wipe myself, you understand, when I have a stool, oh I don’t say I wipe myself every time I have a stool, no, but I like to be in a position to do so, if I have to.