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Originally Posted by orlok
I confess I thought it would be better known by the MR crowd.
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Not to worry, I rather think that mine will stump everyone too.
Since my last excerpt was from an end of a 'chapter', here's a bit from the start of one of the 'chapters'.
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To my generation, that line of Masefield's must be the best-known line of poetry in the English Language. In Broadstairs we grew up with it ringing in our ears. If we were nabbed by a constable riding away from school on a bicycle with a wobbly saddle we were required to recite ‘Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack’ faultlessly or were booked for not only riding a bicycle with a wobbly saddle but also for being drunk in charge of a bicycle with a wobbly saddle.
In those careless, carefree years of the ninteen-twenties and thirties we flung ourselves recklessly into the business of living.
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