bah, humbug.
Sunday, 24 December 2006 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubt...or, in other words, merry festive wossnames to anyone who's reading this within an approximate radius of Christmas. (Which I actually, for some reason, typed "Chrimast", an interesting word that has to mean something).
Earlier this year, in the course of a second-year Victorian fiction seminar, I spent an instructive 10 minutes dealing with the fallout resulting from the fact that about half the class thought Scrooge's "Bah, humbug!" comment referred to a kind of sweet, and the other half had no idea what it meant. Clearly none of them had ever encountered the character in The Phantom Tollbooth called the Humbug, a sort of beetle-individual who functions as a sort of ranting sham. I find it deeply sad that these fine old Christmas traditions are unappreciated by today's yoof, who are clearly too busy with the consumer frenzy to work up any head of cynicism, anyway.
Any randomness to the above wittering may be laid at the door of my 4.30 am wake this morning, in order to shunt the dynamic jo&stv duo off to the airport at an ungodly hour mere mortal was not meant to wot of. My brain is a bit jelly-like and wibbling. I am also about to hare off up the coast to spend Christmas with various bits of family. Yours, distracted.
and happy Christmas.
Earlier this year, in the course of a second-year Victorian fiction seminar, I spent an instructive 10 minutes dealing with the fallout resulting from the fact that about half the class thought Scrooge's "Bah, humbug!" comment referred to a kind of sweet, and the other half had no idea what it meant. Clearly none of them had ever encountered the character in The Phantom Tollbooth called the Humbug, a sort of beetle-individual who functions as a sort of ranting sham. I find it deeply sad that these fine old Christmas traditions are unappreciated by today's yoof, who are clearly too busy with the consumer frenzy to work up any head of cynicism, anyway.
Any randomness to the above wittering may be laid at the door of my 4.30 am wake this morning, in order to shunt the dynamic jo&stv duo off to the airport at an ungodly hour mere mortal was not meant to wot of. My brain is a bit jelly-like and wibbling. I am also about to hare off up the coast to spend Christmas with various bits of family. Yours, distracted.
and happy Christmas.
