A waddling megalosaurus

London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill…
—Charles Dickens, Bleak House

Yup. That’s what I feel like, all right.

Granting that I feel like an elephantine lizard most of the time.

Thanks, Charlie.

So where were we?

Between my last post and now I’ve managed to accumulate about a dozen unreviewed reads; but instead of addressing any of them, I thought I might take a look at something else which I ended up reading unplanned—and while it was still fresh in my mind.

Radical idea, I know…

 

3 Comments to “A waddling megalosaurus”

  1. The waddling ones are the best kind.

  2. Of course, Dickens didn’t realise as we do now that it would probably have been waddling like an elephantine duck.

    • …and dragging its feathers in the mud. Ew.

      Actually, that’s an even better metaphor for how I’m getting on… 😦

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