Every June, The Thane of Thoth, a tavern, helps celebrate Chichesterton’s famous Regatta-on-the-Hogg by dropping the price of its brews by 12.5% for the third of a fortnight that couches the merriment.
Question: Speculate as shrewdly as your humble station permits on the following: Will Gerry Rattigan, the proprietor of The Thane, pass the savings on to Sir Alistair Chichester, or will he keep the difference for himself by charging full whack?
Hint: Gerry knows Sir Alistair, a Peer of the Realm, doesn’t give a jenny’s whinny one way or the other. Further hint: Base instincts are inherent in the cloth of which Gerry is knit.
Express your conclusion in boolean form, followed by elucidation whose chiefest virtue shall be a commanding brevity.
“Tagg’s Island,” Sir Alfred Munnings, 1919.
(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)
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Humility
Even a cursory look at following blogs uncovers so much good image-making and wordsmithing it humbles one. I ply in contrast what seems but a plodding literal depictiveness, a pyrrhic victory of method over invention, craft over creativity, sarcasm over substance, the strutting of personal nonsense on one’s tiny stage. I guess that’s why I often feature in my commentary the zany image created by Texas artist Tom Jones of the galloping rodeo lady balanced forefingeredly athwart the saddle horn. It suggests an implausible act of flaunting. No help for one’s sense of inferiority but to press on, grateful for the attention paid.
(Copyright 2018 James Mansfield Nichols. All rights reserved.)