My dear Miss Parkinson, you mustn't be too hard on yourself. After all, any young lady knowledgeable enough to wield a word like 'lachrymose' simply cannot be all bad.
Thank you very much for the kind words, but I should tell you I used a thesaurus. Although, that word was from this wonderful novel I read a few months ago called "Passions of the Sea", about this sailor and a runaway princess and their fabulously romantic love on the sea.
There is nothing shameful about using a thesaurus, so long as you are prepared to defend your choice of wording to those who believe your usage is in fact an abuse. Though I for one suspect you of no such crime.
Ah, yes. A romance at sea will make weepers of women whose tear ducts were once parched as the Serengeti in June. I speak from personal experience.
Oooooo! What's it like? Sailing, and love and adventures and passion, I mean. They can't be as wonderful as they seem, right? In reality the deck is all grimy and the sailor is fat. That's what my mother says. Not that you're fat. I don't mean that at all. You're a very very handsome man, but, I suppose you must have some awful hidden flaw. It isn't anything personal, it's just how things are. I hope yours is something moderately inconsequential like, um, well, not an eleventh toe, but maybe something like, a love for carnival music? Ew, that would be annoying.
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She was the weepy kind.
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Ah, yes. A romance at sea will make weepers of women whose tear ducts were once parched as the Serengeti in June. I speak from personal experience.
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