Containing Multitudes Since 2004
Miniver loved the days of oldWhen swords were bright and steeds were prancing;The vision of a warrior boldWould send him dancing.Miniver cursed the commonplaceAnd eyed a khaki suit with loathing:He missed the medieval graceOf iron clothing.Miniver Cheevy, born too late,Scratched his head and kept on thinking;Miniver coughed, and called it fate,And kept on drinking.
Ah...To the Walter Mitty in all of us.
I'm thinking of Herman Melville's Bartelby.
"I'm a 20th Century man but i don't want to be here"
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