Blog Your Bad Boswellian Self: your life, in his voice . . .
Please add your Boswell-style sentences here. Have fun with it! Here’s an entry of his:
“Well, the human mind is really curious: I can answer for my own. For here now in the space of a few hours I was a dull and a miserable, a clever and a happy mortal, and all without the intervention of any external cause, except a dish of green tea, which indeed is a most kind remedy in cases of this kind. Often have I found relief from it . . . Gentle herb! Let the florid grape yield to thee. Thy soft indulence is a more safe inspirer of social joy.”
Aping this passage, I wrote the following:
What spirit could have foretold this morn, as I quitted my rooms and drove in my conveyance to the school, that my inner dismay, my bleak and wintry outlook, would so soon give way to cheer! Do more mercurial souls exist? I wish myself to have the perfect equanimity of Mr. Phalen, across whose countenance no blight of emotions writes its tale of woe. He drinks tea several times each day; I have seen him at it. Perhaps tea, the comfort of all Englishmen, gives this Irishman his quietness of heart? Perhaps I too should imbibe a restorative draught.
