Thursday, November 07, 2013


Actually, doesn't describe me at all.   But I just leap at the chance to use the word "unhousled."   Also:
But that I am forbid
To tell the secrets of my prison house,
I could a tale unfold whose lightest word
Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood,
Make the two eyes like stars start from their spheres,
Thy knotted  and combinéd locks to part,
And each particular hair to stand on end,
Like quills upon the fretful porpentine.
Porpentine, heh.  Must hang out with the mushrumps among the cowcumbers.

I'm remembering-- I think it was Irving S. Cobb--saying that the local hooch around Paducah would stop your watch, snap your suspenders and crack your glass eye straight across.

Source: oh, you know where all this is from.  Or just Google it.


Taxmom said...

I remembered porpentine had to be Shakespeare, but I guessed Tempest. So I was close! (In T, it is the "fretful porpentine".)

Buce said...

"Fretful porpentine" would be a good name for a garage band. But then,so would anything else. Also a blog. But then, so would anything else.