Humor
The Autumnal Gathering of the Gentlemen of the Realm of the Stick
Huzzah, huzzah!
Gentlemen, we will now call to order the Autumnal Gathering of The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Stick.
Huzzah, huzzah!
As always, it is a most joyous occasion, when we, The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Stick gather. However, I have troublesome news.
I must most regretfully inform you that a few weeks ago, I lost the Stick.
It was with me when I visited Daniel, the Winemaker, but after copious amounts of mead, it appeared that I had left it on the donkey cart on my way home. Unfortunately, my entreaty to Carl, the Donkey Cart Driver, went nowhere, as Carl professed to not know what I was talking about.
I initially wasn’t going to mention it, but then I recognized that without the Stick, “The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Stick,” could no longer be “The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Stick,” since we, in fact, no longer had the Stick.
As a result, I intended to inform you that “The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Stick” was now without the Stick, and thus, no more.
However, I began to wonder: “How important is the Stick anyway?” Shouldn’t we accept that the idea of the Stick is more important than the actual Stick.
So, I intended to propose that “The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Stick,” become “The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Idea of the Stick!”
But then I had another thought: “What exactly does this idea of the Stick look like?”
I could envision an imagined Stick so grand that it encompassed all the trees, earth and water, and indeed, comprised all of existence.
A very large Stick!
But then I could also envision an assumed Stick so microscopically small that it was essentially invisible and everywhere.
Indeed, an omnipresent Stick!
But then I thought that there must be some limits. The idea of the Stick would have to fall within a range of possibilities that reasonable Gentlemen would still consider to be a Stick.
So, I was to propose that “The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Stick” now be known as “The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Idea of the Stick that Falls Within a Range of Possibilities that Reasonable Gentlemen Would Still Consider to be a Stick.”
But then Toby, the Wool Trader, found it. I had actually dropped it when I stopped at his stall on market day to pick up a sweater on my way to Daniel’s mead hall, because I was chilly.
As such, with the Stick returned, I was to propose that we now become “The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Idea of the Stick which Falls Within a Range of Possibilities that Reasonable Gentlemen Would Still Consider to be the Stick, and for Whom the Actual Stick has been Thoughtfully Returned.”
But really, that’s kind of long and at this point we could just keep the original name.
And thus I say, huzzah for “The Gentlemen of the Realm of the Stick!”
HUZZAH, HUZZAAAAAAAH!!!
