Day 45: St. Valentine’s Day

"hot tub o' luv," by Jess Chernesky

“hot tub o’ luv,” by Jess Chernesky

“According to my experience, the conventional notion of a lover cannot be always true. The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible….I knew to my sorrow, often and often…that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be….I loved her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.” Pass the bath salts?
 
 

Oh, Little Charlie Dickens, you really do have such Great Expectations
on Valentine’s Day, don’t you? Keep crushin’…

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    How Do You “Like” Me Now? Part Deux

    I just can’t think another thought tonight.

    I wrote this line to Colorado Susan yesterday evening after another exhausting working weekday—partly to admit I was shutting down for the night with the full intention to couch potato it in front of mindless television programming before crawling off to bed.

    And then I thought, hey, that’s a pretty poetic line, precipitating the following exchange:

    “I just can think another thought tonight.” Am I alliteratively iambic pentametric OR WHAT?! This goes on the blog tomorrow…

    A postscript followed:

    Should that be “alliteratively iambic pentametrical”? What’s correct oh wondrous grammar maven?

    And I got this fitting reply:

    I think it is the second one, but I am so tired tonight too.

    The matter was never settled, of course, but I woke this morning ready to move metrical mountains. (After two muse-infused cups of coffee, of course.)

    p.s. Poor Charlie…

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      How Do You “Like” Me Now?

      Oh, Little Charlie Dickens, has it really come to this?

      “Rattle me out of bed early, set me going, give me as short a time as you like to bolt my meals in, and keep me at it. Keep me always at it, and I’ll keep you always at it, you keep somebody else always at it. There you are with the Whole Duty of Man in a commercial country.”

      That’s from Little Dorrit—but who has the time or inclination to read novels these days, when there’s Twitter?

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        When Language (Nearly) Gets the Best of Us

        Little Charlie Dickens? Are you all right? You’re never at a loss for words. Speak to me—for pity’s sake, Charlie, say something. Speak to me!

        “…A truly…   refined…  mind will seem to be ignorant of the existence of anything that is not perfectly proper, placid, and pleasant…”

         

        Little Dorrit? Thank goodness. You Little Charlie Dickens you! Now I know you’ll be just fine and dandy.

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          Coming Attractions

          QWERTY

          A “Patterns” Pages and Patterns Post from guest blogger Fran Ciotoli…

           

           A discussion with blogopus mascot, Rabelais “Robby” Octopus, on why The Snowy Day, by Ezra Jack Keats, is my favorite picture book…

          Pancake Hearts

           

          A few more sweets and treats before our Month of Octopus Love runs out…

           

           

          New residents of The Octopus Garden

           

           

          A poetic leap year stroll through  February’s finish before it becomes— 

          “one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade”

          Little Charlie Dickens, you shameless self-promoter! 
          That’s (fittingly) a quote from Great Expectations…

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            Happy 200th Birthday, Charles Dickens!

            “…fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of
            friendship; and pass the rosy wine.”

            Little Charlie Dickens—give me that cell phone! Is that any way to extend heartfelt wishes? That’s a line from The Old Curiosity Shop! Oh well, perhaps it’s just your way of saying: 

            Happy Birthday, Big Guy!
            You don’t look a day over 150.
            Go wild!

             

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              Little Charlie Dickens

              Little Charlie Dickens? What are you doing here? It’s not your turn to guest blog yet! I’ve not even had a chance to introduce you to blogopus readers.

              “I can’t go into a long explanation before company; but I couldn’t help it, upon my honour.”

              That’s no answer—that’s a line from Oliver Twist! Do you never stop hawking your work?

              “A man can well afford to be as bold as brass, my good fellow, when he gets gold in exchange!”

              That’s a line from Martin Chuzzlewit. And no one said anything about gold. I thought you agreed to guest blog out of the goodness of your heart—

              “Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pound ought and six, result misery.”

              David Copperfield. Listen, that’s a lesson we in America are still learning the hard way. Nonetheless, we had a deal and it’s not my problem you move solely between reading and pub crawl. Maybe spend a night home once in a while. Watch The Mentalist and mind your pennies.

              “Take another glass of wine, and excuse my mentioning that society as a body does not expect one to be so strictly conscientious in emptying one’s glass, as to turn it bottom upwards with the rim on one’s nose.”

              Nose schmose.That’s from Great Expectations. I’ll thank you not to use lines from my favorite novel of yours to argue the merits of your habits with me, sir! We’ll take this up later—in private. Since you are here, why not close with a few words of encouragement for our readers, who will be hearing more from you once we work the kinkles out of our arrangement.

              “Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.”

              Nicholas Nickleby. Lovely. You always manage to redeem yourself, Charlie.

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