Extollager
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"Sir, Mr. Sidebottom's invitation does provide you with a convenient and timely engagement, the keeping of which would preclude your accepting the summons of your Aunt Gertrude for a spell at Hedera Helix Lodge."I started today “The Study of Words: Lectures Addressed (Originally) to the Pupils at the Diocesan Training School, Winchester by Richard Chevenix Trench, B. D., Vicar of Itchenstoke [sic], Hants; Examining Chaplain to the Lord Bishop of Oxford; and Professor of Divinity, King’s College, Oxford.”
I really like it so far. It reminds me of the philological-philosophical thought of Owen Barfield, e.g. his Poetic Diction, and who mentions this book by Trench in an interview.
But "Itchenstoke"! Perhaps someone here knows that small village. What a name. I found myself writing the opening of a pseudo-Wodehouse story:
Bertie Wooster, his face a study in dismay, put the letter down by the small mass of duns from local merchants. “Hang it, Jeeves, Bunty Sidebottom wants me to stay with him for a spot of poultry hunting at his pater’s place in Hampshire, dreadful hole called Itchenstoke, main attraction a bog famous for Anglo-Saxon skeletons and infested with blood-lusting midges. How can I put him off?”
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"By jove, Jeeves, that's a real brainwave!"
""Sir, as I recall Mr. Sidebottom communicated to you this summer that he was in receipt of a punt gun capable of depriving 90 waterfowl of their lives with one shot. The water providing buoyancy for the craft removes the danger of painful recoils, which, if memory serves, has sometimes been a feature of these expeditions."
"Jeeves, the gods have been at work on my behalf! I shall accept by return post! Pack my bags!"