Horace Rumpole was sustained by a good case, Pomeroy’s
plonk, and Q. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. O
frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Q yachted from Fowey. He was a model Water Rat,
inventing ditties mucking about in boats. High in the blue above swifts whirl
and call- WE are down a-dabbling, Up tails all! He’s housed yet in the royal
blue of the Oxford set. After composing something “exceptionally fine”, he
advised, delete before submission: “murder your darlings.” Even his name is redolent
of ancient mythic glories, active feathery writing, and reading relaxation: Sir
Arthur Quiller-Couch.
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