Why shouldst thy noble petitioner have to tarry until next Mon, whence the sun rises from its eastern mooring and sails across the starless sky, searing the land with the blazing fires of the eternal chariot? Prithee, why canst not the petitioner's request be answered, forsooth, with a messenger fleet of foot and heavy of gas pedal, who mayst yet drive this very day to the nearest office of the postmaster, whose clerks, loyal to the crown but first and foremost to the sacred lucre, would be well-and-truly-pleased to affix to the package of stickers, the bounty of adhesives, the hoard of notebook decoratives, to affix to this noble cargo their own brand of sweet, transportation-granting adhesive markings? Why, I ask thee, fair lady of the snail and high Queene of that most northern room of our abode, shouldst this man be kept waiting any longer?
Re: BEHOLD!
Date: 2005-06-01 10:12 pm (UTC)Forsooth.