I'm really tired today, and it is the kind of tired where my mind wanders around entertains itself and hums strange songs to itself. So a desire to sing Flanders and Swann's "I'm a Gnu" led to a quick lookup of the lyrics, and then on to further online exploration of the term "gnu". Good time-killer, that.
New thing I learned: the collective noun for the gnu is an 'implausibility. An implausibility of gnus. I like that.
'I'm a Gnu, I'm a Gnu
The g-nicest work of g-nature in the zoo
I'm a Gnu, How do you do
You really ought to k-now w-ho's w-ho's
I'm a Gnu, Spelt G-N-U
I'm g-not a Camel or a Kangaroo
So let me introduce,
I'm g-neither man nor moose
Oh g-no g-no g-no...I'm a Gnu'
Reading: "Victorian Short Stories of Troubled Marriages". An interesting artifact found at Project Gutenberg.
Includes: "The Bronckhorst Divorce-Case", by Rudyard Kipling --"Irremediable", by Ella D'Arcy -- "A Poor Stick," by Arthur Morrison -- The "Adventure of the Abbey Grange", by Arthur Conan Doyle -- "The Prize Lodger", by George Gissing.
Listening: Today, it was mostly the incessant jabbering of the assholes who "work" (And I use the term very loosely) with me. This kind of thing jangles my nerves like nobody's business, so I'm enjoying some well-earned quiet time at the moment.