Just finished reading a P G Wodehouse on the plane back.
Quote:
Originally Posted by
Snoopy
I have decided to avoid a pointless argument and accept macduffys point (equivalent to your implied point) and change what I have written regarding 'impairment' in my post "Do the accounts tell a consistent story? (background)" .
Of course this makes absolutely no difference to the overall point I was making in the post, and all conclusions and implications remain. Since I know PT:
1/ that you are smart enough to know this. AND
2/ you have made no argument aginst the points I brought up in discussion part of the post,
I take this to mean you accept the point I was making.
SNOOPY
I say Snoopy old chap, you rather seem to have got hold of the wrong end of the stick completely!
What I was getting at, and I thought I was being dashed polite with my phraseology so to speak, anyway, what I was getting at is that those opening two chapters of your "Do the accounts tell a consistent story" novel, well the plot is a rather off-course right from the get-go.
If I was you, and obviously I am not, after all there can only be one Snoopy much the same as there is only one Paper Tiger Esquire, feline of leisure and connoisseur of accounts, but just to assume for a moment that I had been running the old pinkies over the typewriter and come up with something running off the track even before getting to the first corner like that, well, I would put the whole thing in a sack with a large rock and heaved the whole bally thing into the first spot of deep water I could find.
The pond in the woods would be best, if the head gardener got wind of a manuscript chucking session at the lily pond there would be an early rose pruning session, can't understand for a moment why Lady Constance keeps the man, absolutely no sense of humour when it comes to goings on in the formal gardens.
After indulging in that fine bit of sack throwing, enough exercise for a day for anyone, then I would find some nice spot where nature was doing its thing, you know the leaves rustling in the breeze while the birds sit on the boughs merrily trilling away, do a bit of the old research on back issues of Heartland form books as well as one of those investment encyclopedia tomes to help get the grey matter round the tricky parts and I wager you sixpence that I would be off and running like the favourite in the three thirty with a much more realistic little treatise.
Guaranteed best seller, One that any publisher would be so keen to take on that they would advance the train fare home.
Pretty sure I just heard the dinner gong and here I am still in my second best outdoor tweeds, I must dash off and swap them for the evening penguin suit, tootle-pip and
Best Wishes
Paper Tiger
PS Lady Constance sends her regards and wonders if you are coming up to Blandings this Summer?
PPS Do drop us a telegram either way.