Anyway, another bit of evidence was happened upon today and I swiped it, as I frequently do, from one of my favorite websites, Letters of Note--written by the acclaimed Mr. Mark Twain.
And after watching The Trip last night, I also found absolute joy in reading the below excerpt out loud, to an audience of myself, in my office (with the door unabashedly open), and, if I may be so bold, spoken in my very best English noble accent--even though I know Mark Twain was, quite solidly, an American....from Missouri, to be exact--Salus populi suprema lex esto
(has anyone noticed just how many commas I have used so far.....)
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"...Your letter is an insoluble puzzle to me.....Puzzles fret me, puzzles annoy me, puzzles exasperate me; and always, for a moment, they arouse in me an unkind state of mind toward the person who has puzzled me. A few moments from now my resentment will have faded and passed and I shall probably even be praying for you; but while there is yet time I hasten to wish that you may take a dose of your own poison by mistake, and enter swiftly into the damnation which you...have so remorselessly earned and do so richly deserve."
,my oh my how many times have I found myself in this, "unkind state of mind," and, until today, never had the eloquence to channel that feeling into words I felt were best suited for those beings who have stirred said feelings inside my head and heart. God bless you Mr. Twain.
Happy. Monday.
