April 9th, 2012
|12:00 am - apologies, schmapologies|
The one-T Becket, he's a priest
The two-T Beckett, existentialiste
But I will state a fact - you check it
There's no such thing as a three-T Beckettt.
|Date:||April 9th, 2012 04:31 am (UTC)|| |
"Arnothaugmgne Beckettt, of the Plausmigner Beckettts, was only with third T because some ancient Plausmigny beadle had on receipt of his ancestors' immigration forms had decided that something looked wrong and casually added a third T with no thought of the family's own orthographic wishes. That the beadle's discomfort was indirectly caused by a flock of ruckus-causing time travelling parakeets was never discovered by the Genealogical Horde is of less concern than Arnothaugmgne's shock at looking at his own ID and seeing a third T appear at the end of his name -- he had been wearing a temporal stability bracelet to protect himself against the aftereffects caused by of such troublemakers as the aforementioned parakeets. He decided that going back to undo this change probably was probably not worth the effort."
That'd be Benchley, then!
(and thank you!)
Edited at 2012-04-09 01:07 pm (UTC)
desperately trying to concoct a parallel "three alarmer" footnote; desperately failing.
"Threety" appears to be a name of Indian origin. That plus British colonialism may suggest that somewhere in history, or failing that in fiction, it is at least possible that there was a fellow by the name of Threety Beckett.
*snap snap snap snap*
That was brilliant, man.
|Date:||April 10th, 2012 02:49 am (UTC)|| |
I love you for your brains! They are so spicy!
Will no one rid me of this meddlesome writer?
There once was a man named T. Huxley
Who hated limericks and devoted his life instead to life sciences and biology, especially as regards taxonomy,
He said with a grin
I enjoy drinking gin
And will have many descendents, some of whom will go on to do some really fascinating work in the field of evolutionology, and stuff.