poor old cecil has a Great Cold. percy has tried to cheer him by bringing marigolds, violets, and a large turnip from his garden, but these only ease the spirits. so, we have got him tucked away with a hot water bottle (gnomes have special ones of these, shaped to fit their hats, of course), a large cup of honey'd lemony tea, and dickens. nay, not the works of dickens, dickens himself. robert dickens, penguin, scholar, devoted husband, and expert on german philosophical theory. his dear wife lucy, to whom he is devoted with such sincerity of feeling as can only come from a penguine heart, is administering crumpets and hearth-fires, as is her way. i find the only way i have of helping is to keep the hot water bottle hot, listen to his grumblings, and keep our favorite compositions playing. the three of us have decided on our favorite to listen to together. we do so love the unaccompanied cello suites by bach, especially no. 1 in G major. cecil loves the quiet beginning, percy the brilliant ending, and i the whole.
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
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Penguins are such devoted creatures. Hot lemon tea has helped me much in similar times of ailment, and I trust it will work with Cecil as well.
You must listen to Little Fugue in G minor, another wonderful Bachian piece.
Well, I note of late that upon entering the twinkly aqua world of Beatrice, one most always finds the Dickenses mid-smooch over by The Oxford Illustrated Complete Works of Jane Austen. Robert tells me that's the best neighborhood in the whole bookcase for taking a waddle together and stealing smooches.
That Robert. Charming fellow, goodness knows. The permanent tuxedo doesn't hurt, either.
Can I come be treated so the next time I have a Great Cold? Because it sounds fantastic.
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