Monday, 24 November 2008

Dreadful pun



This had me roaring on the train, and comes from Nancy Mitford's The Pursuit of Love, which I am reading - shamefully - only now, at the age of 28.

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Lord Merlin wandered round with his tea-cup. He picked up a book which Fabrice had given Linda the day before, of romantic nineteenth-century poetry.

'Is this what you're reading now?' he said. ' "Dieu que le son du cor est triste au fond des bois." I had a friend, when I lived in Paris, who had a boa constrictor as a pet, and this boa contrictor got itself inside a French horn. My friend rang me up in a fearful state, saying: "Dieu que le son du boa est triste au fond du cor." I've never forgotten it.'

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