by Alfred Barnard » Thu Mar 14, 2002 11:53 pm
Gentlemen,
You do me a disservice.
Why should I spend what limited hours I have, my vapours passing like spirit through an exciseman's safe, answering trivial schoolboy questions, which the schoolboys could answer if they read the text closely.
Sirs - don't give me your 'Please Sirs...' or that snivelling schoolboy cant - ask me what I have not told you - or what is really hidden in the ancient handshake of my grasping text.
Like an honest spirit measure, what I have written is truly on the level, so all will be squared.
As it as, of course, in the ballroom. Where squares were dreamn't and danced. Here figures were cut with grace and beauty. Dancing with the Duke and his people, so influential in the West, at Burnside, is such a sought after memory.
But the other Ball Rooms - or Running Rooms ... I don't have to explain this - it is about the rule and the measurement - and unless you make fun of me, the answer, whether at Yoker, Hazelburn, Dailuaine, or Balmenach, will be the same. And you should be able to find it .. if you look ...
So please gentlemen, find a more even playing field for us to meet on…
With sincere best wishes,
Alfred Barnard (RIP)