There's an excellent report in this weeks Falmouth Packet (local paper) of 'unseemly behaviour' in the local park, just round the corner from me, in what is apparently a 'particularly dense clump of undergrowth'.
I love that term 'unseemly', which has a marvellous hint of the Regency novel about it, as though Georgette Heyer had suddenly got a gig writing local journalism. I now look forward to people hitting each other with silk gloves while women simper behind fans and say things like 'La, sir!'. Still, I have to go past that 'dense patch of undergrowth' on the way for my morning swim tomorrow, so I shall make sure I have my flintlock charged and ready, just in case.
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in posession of a good vocabulary must be in want of an advance...Perhaps you could have calling cards printed to send to literary agents - " Mr James Henry presents his compliments..." etc, etc. Women will swoon and men will fight duels, in between seeking to make a "good" marriage, of course. Oh, and how about reintroducing the word "forsooth" ?
I love the word 'forsooth'. And 'bevilled'.
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