I
was looking forward to this one: the story of a dude with a head for pudding
(and, I assume, a nose for pie). Now you’re talking Kipper’s language, my
friend! Alas, just a few pages in, the whole story was ruined by a
gratuitous anti-dog diatribe: "there is nothing more pathetic than to see
one of these poor old childless couples taking a menagerie of yelping little
worthless dogs to their hearts.” Oh really? I say that there’s nothing better
than some puppy-lovin’ for the old folks! For shame, Mr. Twain, for shame. Two
paws down.
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