Honourable Dr D,
Dear. Welcome to the club, by which I imply credentials I don't share to ward off potential collectors of weakness should this dispatch fall into the wrong hands. No irony here; they never read past the first clause. Nor do I mean to suggest by way of sarcasm disrespect toward the value of your hard earned letters. Quite to the contrary, as I hope will shortly (or, anyway, not too longly) become clear.
For there are those who devalue such achievements with derision, invoking and inverting haughty hubris to curry favour amongst the commoners, much too common in today's climate, I'm afraid. As with virtue signalling, arrogance cuts both ways, it seems, if one can place it alongside resentment as back-to-back faces of a ruddy red cent. Hey, did I coin a phrase;-? The truly regrettable thing at its base is that those who don't know the joy don't know the joy. But enough of the Philistines.
I'm sure you made it through the gauntlet with high honours, though I'm unsure what it has to do with the volume with which one expresses one's arousal. At any rate, whether you reached the summit, or it was just so-so, or that one in between, you'll always be tops in my book. I frequently find subjects of your interest fascinating enough that they become forever committed to memory, speaking of magnetite.
And now I arrive at the less pleasurable point of this missive. Though I thank you here heartfelt and sincere for the invitation, I shan't be joining the festivities on the night. Do your people still say 'shan't'? I only realise now it eats at me a little that you who hail from your neck of the wood can adopt Americanisms with all the cred of the seemingly cool, whereas one of my ilk doing the reverse is what, to my projections at least, would be deemed by way of today's standardisation 'cringe'. Is there anything more cringeworthy than distilling an otherwise perfectly useful expression down to one syllable? It's efficient, I guess.
Anyway, as I know you're aware, I have my Allemanaphobia therapy session to attend, the forgo-ance of which would send me into a spiral of guilt from which recovery is formidable. Not that there's a dearth of guilt associable to an RSVP in lieu of being attendantly complimentary toward a friend I hold dear and whose friendship for which I would mourn to be unfit. Whatever happened to guilt for guilt's own sake and why does it have to dilute pleasures with pains? Not that this is a clash of polar proportions, but, to take that one symbolic example, whether the migratory raptor is repelled by magnetic north or flies its path along a mental map, me circular thoughts there-above do be webbed & spinning. Doo bee doo.
Dear. Welcome to the club, by which I imply credentials I don't share to ward off potential collectors of weakness should this dispatch fall into the wrong hands. No irony here; they never read past the first clause. Nor do I mean to suggest by way of sarcasm disrespect toward the value of your hard earned letters. Quite to the contrary, as I hope will shortly (or, anyway, not too longly) become clear.
For there are those who devalue such achievements with derision, invoking and inverting haughty hubris to curry favour amongst the commoners, much too common in today's climate, I'm afraid. As with virtue signalling, arrogance cuts both ways, it seems, if one can place it alongside resentment as back-to-back faces of a ruddy red cent. Hey, did I coin a phrase;-? The truly regrettable thing at its base is that those who don't know the joy don't know the joy. But enough of the Philistines.
I'm sure you made it through the gauntlet with high honours, though I'm unsure what it has to do with the volume with which one expresses one's arousal. At any rate, whether you reached the summit, or it was just so-so, or that one in between, you'll always be tops in my book. I frequently find subjects of your interest fascinating enough that they become forever committed to memory, speaking of magnetite.
And now I arrive at the less pleasurable point of this missive. Though I thank you here heartfelt and sincere for the invitation, I shan't be joining the festivities on the night. Do your people still say 'shan't'? I only realise now it eats at me a little that you who hail from your neck of the wood can adopt Americanisms with all the cred of the seemingly cool, whereas one of my ilk doing the reverse is what, to my projections at least, would be deemed by way of today's standardisation 'cringe'. Is there anything more cringeworthy than distilling an otherwise perfectly useful expression down to one syllable? It's efficient, I guess.
Anyway, as I know you're aware, I have my Allemanaphobia therapy session to attend, the forgo-ance of which would send me into a spiral of guilt from which recovery is formidable. Not that there's a dearth of guilt associable to an RSVP in lieu of being attendantly complimentary toward a friend I hold dear and whose friendship for which I would mourn to be unfit. Whatever happened to guilt for guilt's own sake and why does it have to dilute pleasures with pains? Not that this is a clash of polar proportions, but, to take that one symbolic example, whether the migratory raptor is repelled by magnetic north or flies its path along a mental map, me circular thoughts there-above do be webbed & spinning. Doo bee doo.
I am reminded of something I heard recently, and as recency bias would have it, I cannot recall whence (what with the way things are these days): There are a couple types of people (among many others I am sure): Those who fear public speaking above much else; and those for whom not being the one publicly speaking is similarly nerve-wracking. I do believe I have overcome the former to become a version of the latter only to then again default to whichever wields the threat of the moment: the wide-open space and/or its mass of peeps, or the blackhole of a claustrophized carton from within which no communal message will transmit. Research that, why don'tcha! We could make a play of it!
Forgive my wordly wandering, but what is my wont, when not merely a mask against emotional import, but a string of non sequutur with a view to a purpose? For you, inspire me so.
I commend you for your pursuits as well as congratulate you for this accomplishment, with an emphasis on my admiration for which exaggeration is an unknowable entity, and which I hope you can muster to receive in the same spirit, given you're not meeting it face-to-face (as in, like, literally (cf. all literal-like). If that's too twisted a way to put it: You're the best!
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