Tuesday, January 07, 2020

Well Done

Sir Myles na gCopaleen (the da) was standing in the conservatory in immaculate evening dress, a figure almost kingly against a riot of banksia alba, green tomatoes, and Zephirine Drouhin. The heated air was laden with the stench of paraffin emulsion, a sign that Jenkins, the head-gardener, was taking precautions against the disorder known as Cuckoo Spit. The dusk was performing its customary intransitive operation of 'gathering'. In some far tree an owl could be detected coughing.

- From "Sir Myles na gCopaleen" in The Best of Myles by Flann O'Brien

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