7 October 2009

Inanities

'They were returning from the large heart of Bloomsbury, where the children were frequently taken to learn deportment from the Tanagras in the British Museum. After posing meaningfully as a Corinthian, or practising sinking on a camp-stool like an Athenian, they came home, as a rule, rampageous.'

What on earth is Firbank doing describing a typical afternoon of ours in a novel written roughly eighty years ago? The man's a mystic, evidently. So nice of him to include us in his eccentric work of whimsy. He's an acquired taste, just as Distant Vines or liquorice is. The dandy does hit the nail on the head however; I am frequently rampageous. Rampageous is my middle name. 'Watch out', they say, 'Kirk's on the rampage again. Gird your loins and flee this china shop! I hear her heavy boots on the library stairs - a rampage is what she's asking for!' I am, as a rule, rampageous. And me and my Roman nose make a damned fine Athenian.

4 comments:

Mike said...

I had to look Tanagra up!

I am pleased though that you are not posing as a Corinthian; that would be a bit dodgy, and very difficult to carry off in rampageous boots.

anna said...

Aha! Foiled by Firbank, eh? And, actually, rampageous boots go with EVERYTHING. Especially Grecian robes.

Ma said...

Deportment classes - now that's what's missing from the national curriculum.....

Ma said...

And, love the new strapline.