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Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Bite Down Hard
Irishman Eamonn Fitzgerald takes advantage of today's holiday to remind us that British novelist Margaret Drabble has for years admitted to an uncontrollable disease: hatred. Specifically, she admits to being possessed by vicious loathing for...a sammich.
Here's just a small, non-sammich-related, lagniappe from that dog's breakfast:
Among the insane nations of the Earth would be World War II Britain. Or, in fact, modern Britain. The RAF has recently forbidden this practice, lest, I suppose, the Margaret Drabbles of the world have another spell of the vapors. Talk about infantile.
Try to read Drabble's drivel without thinking of this magnificent item:
Anyone, even a Serious Novelist, can be parodied by some hack scribbler -- but to be parodied nearly two years in advance requires real effort. Well done, Drabble!
This is what our intelligentsia has come to -- penning flailing incoherent screeds about how all the essential wickedness of the world is due to the unique evil of hamburgers. It's just as well, then, that wars for civilization are not fought by novelists. At least, not since Kipling.
If Drabble's dribbling has got you down, try this for a pick-me-up.