Posted by Glencora Falconer on December 17, 1998 at 05:25:50:
In Reply to: Re: A letter from DADDY posted by DaDDY on December 17, 1998 at 04:18:05:
Byron’s DaDDy,
Your words are like the finest of vintages to these, not so old eyes, they entrance the mind, if not the tongue.
I lived for the boy, but have found the man.
I respect that “thorn ridden stake,” but please forgive me if I wish it ivy covered with thick vines, easier for the climbing.
The coming festivities hold no enchantment for me, for I will be far from the medium of our communication, but will endeavor to hurry back, the Mercury’s winged sandals upon my feet.
Duty, of the most inopportune kind calls, and I must depart.
Adieu,
Robin’s Father,
‘Cora Falconer
: Glencora
: I fear without doubt the yeilding silver sycthe as I do all instruments so sharp held firm by so literate a persons gentle hand.
: Surely my girded loins are done for, as is my hand that trembles with the passing of the time ( or thats my excuse and I am sticking to it).
: That ebb, that flow that tints your every word has entranced my soul, my thougts, but not my principles, held high and safe upon a tall and lean thorn ridden stake.
: From which deep thoughts can such words emerge to encase, and to en trance, to hold me, to captivate me within your very grasp or nearly so.
: Farewell fair one and be blessed this coming time of festive frivolities.
: DaDDY