There was an
Old Person of Sheen,
Whose
expression was calm and serene;
He sate in
the water, and drank bottled porter,
That placid
Old Person of Sheen.
NOTE: Last week, after trying times, my jaw began to tighten. Once, long ago, working for the most horrible boss in the world, this happened. Although the symptoms were unmistakeable and terrifying (I grew up in the tetanus/lockjaw nightmare era), a diagnosis question mark hung over my mood until I visited three experts in rapid succession: a dentist, a psychiatrist and my Feldenkreis Method physical therapist/instructor. Each of them set me straight with very similar advice and my cure followed quickly. Experiencing the reoccurrence, I re-employed their collective, effective wisdom (serene thoughts; let your jaw float; above all, breathe), adding some 10-year old Valium and, as Lear advises, bottled porter to the mix. Eureka! -- I found it. Until last night when I heard the current president of my former college use the word "impactful" in conversation. More Valium, More Porter, More Serenity. Please.
St. Peter's Old Style Porter: It's good.
