Literary Nonsense
Walking in that old lane by the red house, who is that, oh, that is me. I turn left and bump into someone. Someone who happened to be a part of a long queue. Queue to meet Rossetti and his friends.
Don’t push, I said out loud, so that ten people before me and ten people after me could hear it. I said so in advance. And when the twenty some whispered, I shushed them.
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[Source – Wikipedia]
[Source – Wikipedia]
From the Frontispiece: Rossetti in Childhood to the last one, Rossetti’s Name is heard in America, I maintained the same attitude. I warned and shushed with an irresistible polite smirk on my face.
Walking in that old lane by the red house, who is that, oh, that is me. Allow me to bid goodbye now, I am in a rush, for those twenty some, god-knows-why, are following me.
Read about Rossetti and His Circle by Max Beerbohm here.
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Very very very intruguing…and a piece that invokes any feeling with such immenseness has done it's job. 🙂
Thanks dear reader. 😀
Go ahead and read more about Rossetti and His Circle. Fantastic it is.
Very good 👍
Yay! 😀
Straight hit at the funny bone 🤣
I think this style brings some of the best in you out
Hee hee!
Thanks a ton Dorje, cheers! Ya-hoy! 😀