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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] A BIRTHDAY ODE 1 ALEXANDRA A BIRTHDAY ODE suggested by A BBEY ’ S masterpiece in the Academy of 1904 BEING THE WATKIN TOWER OF ENGLISH LITERATURE (vice Kubla Khan and Hyperion retired hurt) THE UNFINISHED OR MUTILATED (OR BOTH) MANUSCRIPT of Mr ALFRED AUSTIN, Mr OWEN SEAMAN, or Mr A.N. OTHER rescued from the flames AND copied fair, transcribed, edited, annotated, arranged, printed, published BY OPHELIA COX ( NÉE M c HUNT) AND DIAPER OF THE Woman’s Monthly SHANGHAI 1905 Five Dollars 1 2 ALEXANDRA “ Alexandra . (A short poem printed in Paris about 1909. The whole stock is said to have been destroyed by H.M. Customs on the grounds of obscenity and lèse majesté .)” — Fuller’s Bibliography q This pamphlet is published privately for Thelemites and other friends. 2 A BIRTHDAY ODE 3 3 4 ALEXANDRA EDITORIAL NOTE Pleesm! said my [Diaper’s, not Mrs Cox’s] sloppy slavey one brilliant No- vember morning of last year, as the orangegold clouds of deliciously per- fumed mist stole, in spite of the Eighth commandment, down my chimney in Fleet Street; [of course Diaper does not live in a chimney: she has a deevie flat there and the flat has a chimney, two chimneys, in fact, O.C.] myav thister litafir? Woman! I replied sternly, whence came it? My practised eye had already detected the indescribable cachet of a treasure trove — bene trovato, sin non veri similitudo! as the immortal Mantuan bardic anarch hath it — ah! dear, dear old Dante! — Dunnom! — Oyussm! with a vivid blush through her smuts (Euphemia knows that she cannot hope to deceive me. What is my secret? A simple one: I always believe the worst: once in a thousand times I may be wrong, and it is only the next worst, but no matter.) Without prolonging the agony, I may say that it shortly transpired that Euphemia Bugg — such is her name — has for years been the adored (Pla- tonic if not Aristotelian) mistress of a distinguished littérateur, whom I have been able with difficulty (the maid is modest, as one would expect from the No 1 belle dame of either of these cicisbeos), with one of the gentlemen whose name is on our title-page. The student of style will be able to make his or her choice. All we care about is that he or she should pay his or her money. It is at least certainly not a posthumous work of Walter Pater or John Addington Symonds: only a crapulous mountebank would credit W.B. Yeats or Robert Bridges with it. The only question is: did not perhaps the late Lord Tennyson foresee events, and leave it to be published when the right time came? But in this case, how account for Euphemia’s possession of the dainty thing? Anyway, it’s not Tennyson: don’t worry: I was only teasing. She had originally picked up the unfinished M.S. to use as curl-papers. It was indeed written, as will be obvious from the style, on sheets of thinnest, softest (and I believe sterilised) paper of a delicate and pleasing pale canary colour, mullioned at the shorter edges like a postage stamp. These she had placed on my mantelpiece for pipe-spills, and forgotten about them. It is my pride and privilege through my old and esteemed consœur, as I suppose I may say for the lady of confrère, to give the providentially rescued masterpiece; alas! too incomplete!! to the World of Society, though even the humblest may enjoy (A navvy, when they were repairing the street, whom I 4 A BIRTHDAY ODE 5 asked up to taste my delicious T. — I think the abbreviation is so clever, don’t you? — and to whom I had read it, said: “B...y good, miss, b...y good”. A simple heartfelt tribute from the People). Alas! too incomplete. But something at least is saved, — honour, which if you remember was all Sir George got out of King Francis’ great lion at the battle of Pavium — you have read Mrs Browning’s scrumptious poemlet, of course. “Diaper” will at least avoid the Infernum proscribed for John Stuart Mill, Newton’s dog, and Mr Warburton’s housemaid. Nunquam plaudite! q 5
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Dobry przykład - połowa kazania. Adalberg I ty, Brutusie, przeciwko mnie?! (Et tu, Brute, contra me?! ) Cezar (Caius Iulius Caesar, ok. 101 - 44 p. n. e) Do polowania na pchły i męża nie trzeba mieć karty myśliwskiej. Zygmunt Fijas W ciepłym klimacie najłatwiej wyrastają zimni dranie. Gdybym tylko wiedział, powinienem był zostać zegarmistrzem. - Albert Einstein (1879-1955) komentując swoją rolę w skonstruowaniu bomby atomowej
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