Thursday, August 4, 2016

In which I make allusions

I take my title from "The Strange Case of Mr. Fortague's Disappointment" which I quote here in the earnest hope it isn't under copyright. It is one of my favorite poems, for reasons which I have never been able to adequately articulate. Something about not taking yourself too seriously, maybe?

THE STRANGE CASE OF MR. FORTAGUES DISAPPOINTMENT 
by Ogden Nash

Once upon a time there was a man named Mr. Lionel Fortague.
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He didn't have very much to talk about.
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In summer he used to ask people if it was hot enough for them.
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It always was.
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In winter he used to ask people if it was cold enough for them.
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It always was.
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Mr. Lionel Fortague got pretty sick of people it was hot enough for.
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He got pretty sick of people it was cold enough for, too.
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He decided he would arise and go now;
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He decided he would go to Innisfree.
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The people of Innisfree are different, thought Mr Lionel Fortague.


As soon as he got to Innisfree he asked the people if it was cold enough for them.
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They asked him What? Was what cold enough for who?
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Mr. Lionel Fortague was delighted.
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I knew Innisfree would be different, he said to himself.
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He could hardly wait for summer to verify his conclusion.
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As soon as summer came he asked everybody if it was hot enough for them.
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Everybody said the question was familiar but they couldn't remember the answer.

Mr. Lionel Fortague said he would settle down on Innisfree, the home of iridescent chitchat.
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He said he would a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made.
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Everybody said did he mean he would build a small cabin there, made of clay and wattles.
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Mr. Lionel Fortague said yes, but his way of putting it was more poetic.
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Everybody said maybe, but they were all out of wattles.


Mr. Lionel Fortague grew very angry at the people of Innisfree.
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He a small cabin built there, of clay and beaverboard made.
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He a fierce-looking dog at an annual clearance sale bought, and it the people of Innisfree one by one to bite he instructed.
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My, he was disappointed.
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He had forgotten that a bargain dog never bites.

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Post edited to include the poet's name.