I just found myself quoting Coleridge as I walked down the corridor:
For he on honeydew hath fed
And drunk the milk of paradise.
I had just got a Cherry Ripe from the sweets machine. And an instant coffee.
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Have you ever been interrupted by a Man from Porlock?
Apparently the person from Porlock works in accounts. Which just goes to show, doesn't it?
Do you also work with any grey-bearded men who fix you with "a glittering eye" and tell you lengthy and tedious tales?
My God! You are describing my workmatess to a tee!
I fear that you may have a particularly virulent strain of Romanticism called Coleridgitis. Take one volume of Biographia Literaria before retiring and you will wake purged of the desire to ever quote or read Coleridge again.
You have no idea. We also have an ailing knight at arms who keeps mooning about. Apparently he's swooning over another worker on the night-shift (or something like that, he tells me she 'walks in beauty like the night'. Or maybe 'she walks in, nightly, in her boots'. Can't remember now). Then there's the lumbering reanimated corpse in the upper echelons of management who goes around comparing himself to Prometheus - I've no idea where he came from.
I did see a Dr, Polidori his name was, but says he can't help.
Well, Coleridge was a plagiarist, which is probably something to which a lot of journalists could relate.
Are you alluding to the fact that Coleridge borrowed heavily on several sources to write Kublai Kahn? This is true, but that's the first time I've heard of it referred to as plagiarism.
Well, in terms of calories and cholesterol, they're about the same, aren't they?
In the word of one of my old university tutors "When you take from one person its called plagiarism ; when you take from several its called research".
What a beautiful way of putting it. Mind if I - um - steal that?
Not at all old Chap. However now that I think about it, it may have been "copy" rather than "take" - in any case, words to that effect.
They're using the Milk of Paradise in the instant coffee now, are they? The coast may well be clear to return to those parched shores.
On second thoughts. Sod it. Life's too good here. But I did have a (brief, oh-so-brief) glimmer of ... something. But you know the old adage: The light at the end of the tunnel is probably that of an oncoming train.
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