Here is a good trivia question for bibliophiles: What is the full title of Charles Dickens’ classic novel David Copperfield? The answer, believe it or not, is “David Copperfield: The Personal History, Adventures, Experience and Observation of David Copperfield the Younger of Blunderstone Rookery (which he never meant to publish on any account)”.
An even lesser known fact is that there is an actual place called Blunderstone Rookery. It’s located about 60 miles southeast of London, and the carefully selected rooks that are raised there have won many prizes from British birders over the years. I strongly recommend it as an offbeat, sadly overlooked, tourist spot for Dickens fans, not only for the extraordinary number of birds but also for the library at Blunderstone House, which has an astonishing collection of old Dickens editions.
I myself am a collector of such editions, and over the years have gotten to know Blunderstone’s librarian, Dr. Arnold Humber, a retired Oxford Don who divides his time between producing some of the nation’s best birds and collecting old books. Dr. Humber is also a voracious consumer of modern literature, and I rely on him to tell me what on the current best seller list is worth my time. Indeed, every time I see him I always ask the same question:
Have you bred any good rooks lately?
As usual, didn't see it coming until it was very nearly upon me.
Me too.
And Laertes, you missed a chance: "…until it was very nearly upun me."
I did not see that coming … which made your shaggy dog story all the better.
First rate, as always. Almost spilled my G&T!
Groooooooooaaaannnnn.
Even though you didn’t take comments on ‘negative achievements’ I want to nominate Frances Kelsey. I worked for FDA and in the Agency the word was that she had mostly been dilatory, hadn’t moved thalidomide forward timely. And then she got a medal from a grateful nation! Sent a Hell of a message to those of us in the trenches. Wall Street Journal is still full of fulmination against slow walking FDA-ers!