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"I agree with you." "I wish you wouldn't. I've a sweet temper, but I can't stand being agreed with. And I'm so worried about the aasvogel." Reginald stared dismally at the biscuit tin, which now presented an unattractive array of rejected cracknels. I AGREE WITH YOU I WISH YOU WOULDN'T I'VE A SWEET TEMPER BUT I CAN'T STAND BEING AGREED WITH AND I'M SO WORRIED ABOUT THE ASPHOGAL REGINALD STARED DISMALLY AT THE BISCUIT TIN WHICH NOW PRESENTED AN UNATTRACTIVE ARRAY OF REJECTED CRACKNOLS
edless hartebeest galloping over the deserted veldt." "Of course you know it's practically extinct in those regions?" "I can't help _that_, it gallops so nicely. I make it have all sorts of unexpected yearnings-- 'Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?' Of course you'll say there would be no traffic worth bothering about on the bare and sun-scorched veldt, but there's no other word that rhymes with maffick." "Seraphic?" Reginald considered. "It might do, but I've got a lot about angels later on. You must have angels in a Peace poem; I know dreadfully little about their habits." "They can do unexpected things, like the hartebeest." "Of course. Then I turn on London, the City of Dreadful Nocturnes, resonant with hymns of joy and thanksgiving-- 'And the sleeper, eye unlidding, Heard a voice for ever bidding Much farewell to Dolly Gray; Turning weary on his truckle- Bed he heard the honey-suckle Lauded in apiarian lay.' Longfellow at his best wrote nothing like that. OK FOOLISH THEN I'VE BROUGHT IN SOMETHING ABOUT THE HEEDLESS HEARTBEAST GALLOPING OVER THE DESERTED VELD OF COURSE YOU KNOW IT'S PRACTICALLY EXTINCT IN THOSE REGIONS I CAN'T HELP THAT IT GALLOPS SO NICELY I MAKE IT HAVE ALL SORTS OF UNEXPECTED YEARNINGS MOTHER MAY I GO IN MATHICK TEAR AROUND AND HINDER TRAFFIC OF COURSE YOU'LL SAY THERE WOULD BE NO TRAFFIC WORTH BOTHERING ABOUT ON THE BARE AND SUN SCORCHED VELDT BUT THERE'S NO OTHER WORD THAT RHYMES WITH MATHICK SERAPHIC REGINALD CONSIDERED IT MIGHT DO BUT I'VE GOT A LOT ABOUT ANGELS LATER ON YOU MUST HAVE ANGELS IN A PEACE POEM I KNOW DREADFULLY LITTLE ABOUT THEIR HABITS THEY CAN DO UNEXPECTED THINGS LIKE THE ARTEBAST OF COURSE THEN I TURN ON LONDON THE CITY OF DREADFUL DOCTRINES RESONANT WITH HYMNS OF JOY AND THANKSGIVING AND THE SLEEPER I UNLETTING HEARD A VOICE FOR EVER BIDDING MUCH FAREWELL TO DOLLY GREY TURNING WEARY ON HIS TRUCKLE BED HE HEARD THE HONEYSUCKLE LOUD IN AN APIARIAN LAY LONGFELLOW AT HIS BEST WROTE NOTHING LIKE THAT
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