that owen goodyear, at it again
He writes, in "
The Victorian Breakfast", about sausages:
One may not assume, as might "those below stairs", sufficient strength of character of the simple beasts whose fate it is to constitute one's breakfast sausage. Letters of recommendation will be required by all those of loftier station in life than that of oik. Once sausages of commendable moral rectitude have been obtained, it is common practice to "cook" them - by which, naturally, one means that task performed in the normal course of events by one's most corpulent servant.
Ok see, this (and the rest of his article) will be amusing to you if you either:
a) quit graduate school precisely because of this sort of thing (which was supposed to be your concentration)...not that
I did that or anything...ahem. Oh yeah, I did.
or
b) stayed in graduate school and became a highfalutin (I mean that as a compliment) Victorianist with a sense of humor, at least one of whom reads my blog
All the rest of you, just move along...
