"Farfetched", you say.William wrote:Greg
Thank heavens this is not hard copy - think of the poor forests
that would fall before your far-fetched verbiage.
William, you complimented me on the brevity of my juvenilia.
And now you insult me on the length of my geezerilia.
So what is it with you and length?
Is it something sexual?
(Or is it, really, about height? )
I am now thinking "of the poor forests",
as you instructed.
And the first one I recall
is the one that killed my first dog.
She was killed by a bear trap in the woods.
It didn't get her in the foot though, so she
could chew her leg off, as is the honorable
custom of her kind. No. It got her in the back,
just like Jesse James. I supposed she'd
rolled over on it, to scratch a flea.
That's right. And where'd she get the flea?
From the forest!
And now I am thinking of all the poison ivy,
poison sumac, and poison oak. And all the
monkeys with AIDS. And the snakes. And
all the branches that nearly took my eyes out.
And the symmetrically burning tygers in the
forests of the night, like Hitler's SS, as was
brilliantly written about in Beautiful Losers.
And now I am remembering Hansel and Gretel.
And all those like them.
"The bounty of the forest", indeed.
I can do without it. There is really
very little to celebrate there.