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Post 8. A Night to Remember (cont. iv)

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Post 8. A Night to Remember (cont. iv)

Yes indeed, what words came out that had such a magical effect? Something apt from “The Merchant of Venice”? I can’t quite see them being inspired by Shylock’s speech pinning Antonio down to donating a pound of his flesh.

I still remember quite a bit of the Rubaiyat: “Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring/Your Winter garment of Repentance fling./The Bird of Time has but a little way/To flutter – and the Bird is on the Wing.” So maybe that popped out.

Archy and Mehitabel are more promising. Loved the bit where Mehitabel the cat (Cleopatra in a previous life) mated with a prairie fox (oops!) and surreptiously placed the offspring in a garbage bin hoping for rain. Might have quoted Thurber’s sketch of a bowler hat on the ground and a man sternly asking the hippopotamus “What have you done with Dr. Milmoss?” Or, the couple in bed with a seal peering over the bedhead. Wife: “I could have sworn I heard a seal bark”.

Or Alice. Doubt that I quoted “The Walrus and the Carpenter” in case it reminded them of the oyster. Maybe the Queen and the croquet – “Off with her head!”, or the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party (which has so many parallels in modern life) or the grin of the Cheshire Cat as it faded away. So much material there.

Certainly I would have waxed eloquent on “The Wind in the Willows” and “The Odyssey”. I find them fascinating even today. I can still picture Toad tootling crazily along the road obsessed by his love of motor vehicles, and wonder why Odysseus spent so long with Calypso – 7 years – when he was supposedly busting to get home to Penelope on the wine-dark sea.

About the Author:

I will soon be 81 years old and tickled pink to be still upright. I have a good life. I still see clients, mainly in their own homes. I attend a lot of congresses, conferences and training sessions (never too old to learn). My apartment sits across from the north end of Maroubra Beach with 270 deg. views. There is always something intriguing to gaze at – the whales and dolphins twice a year, the stand-up paddle boarders, the surfers, the walkers, the beautiful surf in all its moods. Every morning two lorikeets come for their wholemeal bread. I often sit on the balcony and cook lunch on my portable grill, sitting amongst pots of lettuce, spinach, eggplant, tomatoes, chillies, and herbs: French tarragon, bayleaf, basil, rosemary, oregano, marjoram, thyme, mint and parsley. Throw a handful of herbs on every meal. My wonderful son has an equally lovely wife and three sons, 18, 16 and 14. They are the joy of my life as are my many good friends (some dating back to primary school) and colleagues. I was divorced, and later had two very dear partners, now deceased. One of them was Bill Peach; many of you may remember him. I was with him for 15 years until he died in 2013. He infected me with the travel bug, with many overseas and domestic Journeys taking place each year. The other long-term relationship left me with a taste for champagne, good wine, gourmet food and the Opera. Most of my life I have played tennis and golf, surfed (even in winter) and skied overseas and locally. Slowing down a bit now, love to see a film and do cryptic crosswords and sudoko. Passionate about bridge. I feel I have been very fortunate and would like to continue in that vein. Fingers crossed.