Oranges and seasalt, they don't go together

[sovay]

All of my P.G. Wodehouse is in boxes. This interferes with my desire to write a poem. I settled for reading about the Chinese giant salamander instead, until I was distracted by cheetahs.

Unwisely, I followed a link from The Love Guru. I now desire to learn necromancy in order that Danny Kaye may follow Mike Myers around, day and night, his ceaseless recitations of "Anatole of Paris" and "Tchaikovsky and Other Russians" invisible and inaudible to all other mortals, until Myers' brain reduces to its chemical components.

Whoever said that Eliza Carthy's Dreams of Breathing Underwater (2008) sounded like Angela Carter is right. "Oranges and Seasalt" is crying out to be played over the end credits of Nights at the Circus.

I need to sleep.

Comments

[sovay]

I never actually knew there was a film--I suppose I'll have to check it out sometime. Thurber's works were a central part of my childhood.

It's not terribly faithful to the original story—as if his daydreams aren't enough to contend with, the mild-mannered Mitty winds up accidentally involved in real international intrigue—but I remember it as fun, and it does contain classic Danny Kaye patter.

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It's not terribly faithful to the original story

I can imagine that. It would be hard to make the original into a film, I think, at least a feature-length one.

but I remember it as fun, and it does contain classic Danny Kaye patter.

That does sound as if it could be good.