Topic: "Cartoon Characters" (3)
Cartoons don't seem to mean as much to as many people as they used to, thinks Frodo. There was a time when the very mention of the name Gahan Wilson brought a rush of recognition to every literate mind in all of Middle Earth. The NEW YORKER magazine won exposure outside the tiny isle of Manhattan because of the simple drawings and unforgettable captions. Who among us, says Frodo, can fail to recognize "I say it's Spinach, and I say to Hell with it."
In the quixotic twists and turns of Frodo's mind, the previous paragraph made Frodo think about some of the things that he really dislikes. That thought resulted in a review of his "likes and dislikes" identified in the homepage server of this blog. After a few house-cleaning amendments thereto, Frodo decided to make note of two events which critically address things which grind the posterior of Frodo.
The first is Silas Marner. Frodo was forced to read this pithy presentation while his hormones were expanding at an exponential rate. He cannot recall greater boredom than that which was felt as he laboriously turned each page and nailed it down so that it could never be reopened to again torment the psyche of the Hobbit. To this day, Frodo has taken an instant dislike to anyone with the name of "Silas," and he is convinced that George W. Bush looks more like the Silas Marner of his imagination than any living person.
The other thing(s) that Frodo dislikes are barristers. Frodo took great amusement in the wit of his old friend J. Delano who, while introducing a speaker to a group of businessmen, took note of the introductee's label as a "barrister." J. Delano promptly announced to the group that he was very sorry to hear that the speaker "did not have a daddy." The barrister was the only one who did not laugh, uproariously. From that day forward, every individual so engaged in the legal prostitution, er profession (truly Freudian on that typeset, wouldn't you say?), is dubbed "barrister" by Frodo.
Frodo is simply convinced that there is nothing wrong in Middle Earth that a physical reduction in the number of barristers could not cure. Imagine if the 35% of all the barristers to last pass "the bar" were removed from their "barrister" standing and had, immediately, to find real work. There is no shortage of "barristers," but there are crying needs for healthcare workers, maintenance people, and, of course, military and diplomatic personnel serving in the Middle East.
As he contemplates the culminating point in this mini-diatribe, Frodo has had a small epiphany. Silas Marner was a barrister.
Life isn't all that complicated, is it?