At the 1965 Edinburgh Festival, Stevie Smith recites her most popular poem "Not Waving But Drowning", though she's not entirely sure of the words:
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What three otherwise sensible people have said about Webside Gleanings
It is a treasurehouse of the bizarre and the offbeat, and it could quite easily eat up 30-60 minutes of your day every day unless you approach it with caution. So - be cautious, be self-disciplined, but do go and have a look. It's a gem.
Froog
A charming compendium of the amusing, irritating and obscene, often in the same link. Its cross-eyed editor is an unsung genius who provides a happy meeting place on the net for the disillusioned, the slightly sociopathic, and people with a laptop who have a long time to wait for their train. A familiarity with the more arcane reaches of Church history may help the reader with the less obvious jokes.
It's like wandering into an emporium with lots of choice trinkets and ornaments that you never knew existed and would look just lovely on the mantelpiece.
Richard Donkin
Froog
A charming compendium of the amusing, irritating and obscene, often in the same link. Its cross-eyed editor is an unsung genius who provides a happy meeting place on the net for the disillusioned, the slightly sociopathic, and people with a laptop who have a long time to wait for their train. A familiarity with the more arcane reaches of Church history may help the reader with the less obvious jokes.
It's like wandering into an emporium with lots of choice trinkets and ornaments that you never knew existed and would look just lovely on the mantelpiece.
Richard Donkin
WEBSIDE PULPIT
Not only is it difficult to know the truth about anything, but to tell the truth when one knows it, to find words that will not obscure or pervert it, is in my experience an exhausting effort.
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A E Housman
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