You're Entirely Bonkers. But I'll Tell You

Would You Tell Me, Please, Which Way I Ought To Go From Here?

When, As A Child, I First Opened My Eyes On A Sunday-morning, A Feeling Of Dismal Anicipation, Which Began At Least On The Friday,culminated. I Knew What Was Before Me, And My Wish, If Not My Word, Was "would God It Were Evening!" It Was No Day Of Rest, But A Day Of Texts, Of Catechisms (watts'), Of Tracts About Converted Swearers, Godly Charwomen, And Edifying Deaths Of Sinners Saved.... There Was But One Rosy Spot, In The Distance, All That Day: And That Was "bed-time," Which Never Could Come Too Early!

They've A Temper, Some Of Them - Particularly Verbs, They're The Proudest - Adjectives You Can Do Anything With, But Not Verbs.

The Vast Unfathomable Sea Is But A Notion-unto Me.

Every Story Has A Moral You Just Need To Be Clever Enough To Find It - The Dutchess