I wonder what it would be like if my surname were Young, if it would suit me,
especially now, in my late forties, when I feel anything but young. Unfortunately,
none of the twelve shillings’ worth of words occupying my desk brings anything
even remotely close to the answer to such an absurd dilemma of my own making.
And I just can’t quite decide yet whether I have an innate tendency to be absurd
or I’m just really bored.
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