“Exit, pursued by a bear.” — Stage direction, ending a scene in The Winter’s Tale, William Shakespeare, 1623 (alleged to be the most famous stage direction in any of Shakespeare’s plays)
Suddenly I’m remembering the time Sherman investigated the killing of his brother, shot dead with a spear gun. June of ’96, I think. Sherman put on a deerstalker cap and had a (tobacco) pipe. He asked Megan when she last saw his brother:
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She replied that it was when she shot him with the spear gun. “It was an accident. I was cleaning it and it went off. … Had to clean it twice – missed him the first time.”
A few years before I retired, one of my supervisors asked what casually how I planned to supplement my retirement pay. I replied, also casually, that I was thinking about bank robbery – “knocking over banks” was the exact phrase I used. A stunned quality in her silence gave me the impression she took me seriously for a few moments….
It may not be just British. A novel back in the ’70s had a scene of the main character discovering some very disturbing personal information while aboard a French airliner. When the flight attendant asked what was so suddenly troubling him, he explained it away with the French for “crisis of the liver.”
Last August, a friend emailed a version of the old joke about a truckload of thesauri spilling all over the street, and the “varied” reactions of witnesses. I replied:
“I laugh, chuckle, chortle, guffaw, snicker, cackle, titter, snort, cachinnate (now that’s an odd one), ROFLMAO, am in stitches, split my sides….”
But of course he IS! He learned the martial arts from Miss Piggy: “Hi-yaaaa!”