First, Gene Wilder is a gentleman, and anything he does is probably noteworthy. The fact that he uses the word ‘fey’ in everyday correspondence regarding fashion aesthetics makes this letter truly exceptional.
Cutting Edge Technology Returns to Aesthetics
February 22nd, 2012 § Comments Off on Cutting Edge Technology Returns to Aesthetics § permalink
As the reader knows,one of the stated goals of this site is to remind ourselves that form is often superior to function. Here the reader can see that technology will usually find its highest and best purpose when married with the style of yesteryear. Thus, the iPocket Watch. Read about it here. Enjoy the gentleman’s iPod nano here:
A Master’s Judgment
February 20th, 2012 § 2 comments § permalink
It is again our privilege to publish an ancient document, not for it’s ability to entertain, but for the questions it raises for men of leisure. Here, again, is another submission from the collection of Master Perrin of Eustachy, a scholar of some note, and well coifed gadabout.
My Dear Mr. Hankerds:
I have received your note, though admittedly it was not well received. I take no issue with your feelings on such matters, and, in fact,the sincerity of your writings is unquestioned. In truth, the only item in you correspondence with which I take genuine issue was your closing phrase which included the words: “your friend.” Surely, in the context of your letter, those words do not reflect your true estimation of our relationship.
The Seven Deadly Sins: A Letter to the Bishopric of Sellmen
January 12th, 2012 § 2 comments § permalink
There are few things, for the gentleman of leisure and letters, considered coarser or more boorish than political discourse. The petty bickering, and attendant din, is often enough to send the more cultured among us to foot: forced to flee a conversation, or an entire evening, the way one would abscond from a drunken uncle at a holiday soiree. We at the TLD eschew anything so crass.
Philosophy is, on the other hand, as they say, a bird with a completely different feather. And, in that context, we will periodically submit to the reader ideas borne of the human condition, and intended to inquire into, if not resolve, the fundamental nature of existence. Here is one such submission, submitted by Master Perrin of Eustachy, a scholar of some note, and well coifed gadabout.
As Fine, Entertaining, and Erudite as a Bankruptcy Court Opinion Can Be
January 5th, 2012 § 1 comment § permalink
There are times when the Magistrates and Jurists of this world give credit to our language. This is one such time.
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A Pseudo-Entremés, part 1.
December 9th, 2011 § Comments Off on A Pseudo-Entremés, part 1. § permalink
It is often said of those who, in their incessant daydreaming and Miltonian fashions conjure up portraits or other reflections of the ideal, that one must be, in trite fashion, ever aware of one’s own constitution, or temperament. So it was for one M. de Morpois, one friend of I, the Vis. A. Beresford. Thanks to a rather obscure history, and related enigmatic elements in his youth, Morpois was sent forth from his paternal family’s barony, an increasingly irrelevant yet quintessential peerage from the West-central regions of Old Toulouse. Issued forth to the streets of East London in the years immediately following the Great Reform Act, he was, like so many progeny of those members of the traditional, diplomatic circles, irreducibly calm, yet preening and, I dare say, resolutely insufferable when confronted outside of his official dignities.
No Justice, No Peace.
December 8th, 2011 § 2 comments § permalink
“No justice, no peace!” The words felt right in his head: a calming mantra, and an unmovable pillar of truth. Peace cannot long tolerate injustice, and where there was unfairness, there was injustice. To be sure, he thought, not all injustice was created equal…or was it? He stopped himself as his father’s words tried to creep back into his head. The suggestion that injustice might be naturally occurring, and inherent in any civilization was clearly his father’s suggestion arising from his subconscious, a vestigial idea long past its usefulness.
A Witch!
November 30th, 2011 § 2 comments § permalink
[With Apologies to the Flying Circus.]
CROWD: A racist! A racist! A racist! We’ve got a racist! A racist!
VILLAGER #1: We have found a racist, might we burn him?
CROWD: Burn him! Burn!
BEDEMIR: How do you know he is a racist?
VILLAGER #2: He looks like one. » Read the rest of this entry «
A Journey to the Center of Town – Ch. 11
November 20th, 2011 § 1 comment § permalink
From Darkness to Darkness. Read Ch. 10.
Lost.
Hunted.
Alone.
Like the foxes he chased for sport, the Baron Granger fled for his life into the night, and into the woods. Looking like a wastrel, he leaned heavily on his horse as it rode out of town, streaking into the night, seemingly without direction. In his panic, Baron Granger sought only to distance himself from the town and gave his mount little indication of his preference other than to run. Quickly. Leaves and branches lashed at his face and tore at his thighs as he drove deeper into trees, and blood ran unnoticed down his chin. He did not know how long the horse could carry him at such a pace, but because he feared being chewed into dishcloths, he was determined to press his mount as until its legs fell off.
After an hour the horse slowed from a gallop to a trot. In a frenzy, he whipped it, cajoled, it, threatened it, and pleaded with it to no avail. The horse had run its race, and had no more to give. Slowly, at the end of a narrow pathway, the horse stopped. Both horse and rider breathed in the cold; uncertain of their next steps. The good Baron tried to look around, but all he could see was darkness. He knew he had married the widow, and he was afraid. » Read the rest of this entry «