This strip is semi-autobiographical, as Craigslist makes me paranoid for no apparent reason. That’s why I’ll only sell on eBay until the day I die – I fear… people.
Now for something bizarre and hilarious that I couldn’t fit into a comic. And I quote from the story:
“A diamond, sir? A precious stone. It cuts glass as though it were putty.”
“It’s more than a precious stone. It is the precious stone.”
“Not the Countess of Morcar’s blue carbuncle!” I ejaculated.
And that’s when I laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more. Perhaps that makes me less than mature, but screw it. That was a damn good laugh. Thanks, Sir Arthur, for your unintentionally hilarious prose.
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Yes, this occurred often during their social intercourse. BTW the British (read the fine novel “Shogun”) believed that allowing their fowl to rot, er ‘season’ for a few days made it more tender. Gad! But I’m amazed the line still exists…
All along “The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes” Watson ejaculates quite a lot. Also, Holmes knocks him up early one morning. No kidding.
It’s very hard to keep a straight face with all that.
My reaction was to be appalled that someone would want to reclaim a goose that had been dead for three days. I suppose it’s possible that Mrs. Hudson had an icebox, but there’s nothing in the canon to justify it.
To be fair- I laughed when I read it first myself… Laughed again when I read it here.