Getting and Thpending

I had this professor in college who loved to read poetry aloud in front of the class.

He would pace back and forth in measured steps, wildly gesticulating to emphasize each word and syllable of some poetic master.

I'd like to say I remember him, specifically, because of his teaching.  But the truth is I remember him because of his lisp.   

Thanks to his lisp, I can summon the words of Walt Whitman - a native Long Islander like myself - with perfect clarity:

I thelebrate mythelf, and thing mythelf;
And what I athume you shall athume;
For every atom belonging to me, ath good belongth to you.

And this time of year, this absurdly frenetic and stressful joyous season of absolute madness peace and love, I can't help but think of William Wordsworth.

The world ith too much with uth; late and thoon,
Getting and thpending, we lay wathte our powerth;
Little we thee in Nature that ith ourth;
We have given our heartth away, a thordid boon!

Whatev, Wordsworth.  I got some unbelievable bargains last night at the mall.

Happy New Year, everyone.  Peath and happineth to you and yourth.

Comments

[Fairly Odd Mother]

Peath to you too!

[kittenpie]

Top of the theathon to you!
Misterpie got a sweet little Kitchenaid cersion of a le creuset pot for 70% off, so he's pretty chuffed, too. Me, I spent too much *before* christmas, so now I have to abstain for a while, even though this store a few doors down from my new library has these lovely silver shoes that are calling, pleading, imploring me to take them home... sigh. We'll see, mary and jane, we'll see.