I used to go out with a girl who made me recite the first few lines of a Coleridge poem to make sure I was sober. I still remember it, albeit with a small alteration:
"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
a stately pleasure dome decree
where Alfie the sacred pussycat ran
through caverns measureless to man
down to a sunless sea."
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Much more literary than a breathalyzer.
So if you only recite it in its altered state, how do we know if you're in a similarly altered state?
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
And any post in which Alfie makes an appearance is AOK with me.
Maybe this literary breathalyzer is something they need to institute at bars, so they can tell when to cut people off.
Funny, it's when I start reciting Coleridge that people know it's time to cut me off.
Liam: holy shit, it's been a long time. You were always my favourite Catholic punk. I have a lot of catching up to do on your blog. Very, very happy to see your name here.
I think you've already imbibed a drop or too.
I wouldn't be able to recite that sober.
Cheers!
Deloney,
It was nice to come across your blog again -- I'm always interested to see what you'll be doing.
i recite that one from time to time too, albeit not your version. usually when i am drunk.
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