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| 'Dr Syntax': A dark horse let loose from his box to race and bay whenever the whinny takes him |
Heyday fond Friends and Fillies! What a hands-high pleasure it is to welcome you to my 'race~y', pacey Canterlogue full of
Bath Novel & Austenesque fare. A fare place indeed, where you will meet my colorful connections working trackside for your punting pleasure. Indeed, I have been biting at the bit to hit the
TBNLA board, but have been squarely outnumbered by the Ladies. Trumping them all at last with my sharpest monocle and finest cravat (neigh, do but regard both!), the sheer stature of my showmanship persuaded the fair troupe to have done with my neigh-saying & open the door so that the very dashing horse could bolt! I trot in before you quite tacked up with those little treats to engage and entertain the discerning, & nothing that should cause a good deal of shying away from things race~y or pacey, I dare say...
Aye, well, what is my pedigree, pray? Well, I'm a fellow of letters who adores touring but has also galloped through or a good race or two in my rather illustrious lifetime. Being quite a prize, there was much written about me, neigh (!), even depicted in the finest strokes of a senior Herring brush.
My fame takes me into the homestretch of the great Austen years and I should have given a hock or two to have that fair lady wager a piece of pewter in favor of my odds, dash it! That I should then run into
Lady A~, as Miss Jane Austen was once hailed by the
beau monde, many furlongs forward in time, having found a commodious paddock in the vicinity of Bath, I must confess, is quite a coup!
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| Madam Jane as retouched by Amano & our Lady A~ in sheerest profile |
Indeed, Lady A~ has been so very kind to increase my acquaintance with some rather showy Spratts & Larks. Two of whom you shall meet here, along with this fascinating Lady, in due course. But trotting along... We all of us have now groomed our united talents to entertain and engage you in a racing
fashion. I have been assigned to rustle up a treat or two for your jogging pleasure. In exquisite equestrian form do I bring you my little canter-column:
Trotting through TBNLA with the Good Doctor:
A~ general round up of things most diverting in the high-paced world of
TBNLA.
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| Trotting through TBNLA with the Good Doctor |
Of the fair troupe that shall also parade & perform about my paddock upon this Canterlogue, save Spratt, who you will meet anon, there be two Ladies. One very fair & the other quite an olde
Byrd. Lady A~ whom I have just mentioned in prancing, shall be
contributing to my 'posts'. With bubbling tidings from her
Bath Corner,
upon all things steamious in her novel world, she will also provide us with 'Act Chasers' in her
Bath Play~house to whet our appetite for all of
the 'tangles' in her prize
Bath Novels.
And as our Lady is such a steady scribbler, she intends to oftentimes award
her fond followers with a trophy or two of her fair Volumes, so fix an
eye upon my Stall for tidings of such
Bath Novel prizes to be
won, or lost, should any of ye be of the betting kind. Neigh! If any of
ye are perusing this, I will wager that you are!
As for the olde Byrd, some of you betters might know her from the Twittershire, where she was formerly famous for her terrific tweeting. Harnessing
Mrs. Skyelarks's unbridled talent once more, I have spurred her on, in a fashion, so that she might bear to you, Friends and Fillies, all of her unique news and revues/reviews from the Janeite/
TBNLA trackside in
Mrs. Skyelark's Revue.
As for Spratt you see here... Well this tour-some hard keeper & Man of Letters will provide me a counterpart of ego to debate all things that A~mount to a veritable stable of
TBNLA & Austenesque fare in
T~A~T with Mr. Spratt. I should call Spratt a rare hack in my thoroughbred family, & quite nothing like the unmatched stud at the head of it (no nip intended!). Our performance shall, nonetheless, entertain you enough, I dare say, if only you steal a 'mare bit' of time merely outlining the curb of this punter's trophy nose! Humpf!
I do warn you that as Chef 'de 'quip!', I & my equestrian team come equipped with 'gold carats' that shall pepper
our content with our 'Yays & Neighs' of the Regency World, & all
it has to offer by way of galloping entertainment. On an equestrian
scale of like~dislike, for example, one such carat shall signal a
'whiffey Whinny' while at the other end, five shall signal our top
approval as a 'dappled Dandy'. (We have yet to fashion names for the
carats in between.)
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| A~ '5-carat' Dappled Dandy |
But, neigh again! I am not quite yet done--am I ever, indeed! Here you see I have migrated onwards and trotwards, quite like a feral beast, to the
Twittershire. At such arena, I cut a very fine quip with a goodly nip, & if you should desire the sheer bold brass of my running commentary (nothing quite 'mane~stream', I assure you), I urge you not to resist from backing me there post-haste.
Neigh! Become a fellow of my Stable and we shall give the other Twits their fare due in hay-day amusement! Ah, but this be the least of my horsing about, I assure ye! They don't call me 'Dr. Syn' for naught in Bath! Ha! & Heyday! I bid you a prancingly pert 'Tally-Ho' with a
swaggering bow--for now! Saddle up Friends & Fillies. The race is
about to begin!
