The Diary of a Nobody by G & W Grossmith

I had ribbed OFurorHortensis:
  >> O-Furo had wondered about this little ditty:

Miles writes:
 >Man, your bath is a lot more well-read than mine...

One doesn't *own* the best baths; one goes to them, with an
attitude of respect and appreciation. It's all about the O,
isn't it, Furor?


ObBook: Oe's *Kojinteki na Taiken*



Rage away,

meg


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Meg Worley _._ meg RemoveThis @steam.stanford.edu _._ Comparatively Literate<!-- ~MESSAGE_AFTER~ -->

Meg, having delved in tomes, conveyed:

 >So, I didn't find your verse, but it sounds like something out of "Marie
Mayden, Moder Mylde," a poem about the fleur-de-lys in the Vernon MS. Formally,
it's identical -- could be a missing verse, it's that close. The diction,
though, is much more modern. Could this be a loose modern translation of the
Vernon poem (which is fairly well known)?

I have no idea. My source was a book called *Tall Bearded Iris (Fleur-de-Lis) A
Flower of Song*, written and published by Walter Stager of Sterling, Illinois,
in 1922, from whence some moons back the copy made it into my
see-about-this-interesting-scrap-sometime notebook, to be retrieved recently
and pondered.

Stager's book is a compilation of bits and scraps of poetry and whatnot
concerning the Iris, with some cultural asides. It is one of those volumes that
gentlemen amateurs, or ladies for that matter, used to compile from the
classics or divers other learned sources. It is a respectably learned, if
ultimately silly, book of gleanings.

The interest in the passage lies in the identification of the Fleur de Lis not
only with the Virgin, but directly with Christ, which iconographical conceit,
notwithstanding the trinitarian form of the flower, is, at least in my
experience, not thick on the ground.

The fragment in question is the only bit I wrote down--I had the book on
ILL--but there may be other scraps of the same source therein. I may take
another look. If I find anything interesting, I shall let you know.

 >A kind offer. But I confess to having a deep-rooted horror of pimiento
cheese, founded no doubt in some early-childhood trauma.

Entirely understandable. It is peculiar stuff and has long been the subject of
unwholesome fixation below the Smith and Wessen line. I had not eaten if for
years, myself, but Himself started bringing home these sublime little
wholegrain boules which cried out loudly for pimento cheese, so I worked up a
receipe. The secret is to add whole grain mustard, and cayenne.

Thank you for your kind consideration. I appreciate your attention to my
question.

Furor<!-- ~MESSAGE_AFTER~ -->