Oofy here: Editorial: ‘nough about me. Need a break. Writin’s hard – and here’s another question. Haven’t spotted the question mark. Must be somewhere. Give me a shout ‘f you come across it.
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Oofy here: Editorial: Less Rhubarb. Drop it.
A gloss from the Type-Setter. Our editor rightly feels that too much ink is spent on Horace Walpole because the man is so quotable. The Professor on the other hand is greatly attached to the gothic.
‘Mount Edgcumbe is a miniature castle, a puerile mock-up, fronted to the north by terraces that give it a pretence of grandeur in the view down the Hamoaze – a quaint name for the estuarine stretch of the River Tamar, between its confluence with the River Lynher and Plymouth Sound. The water is not my present subject however.
A gloss from the Type-Setter: while some will know me as the Nonesuch, the man of immaculate taste, there will be those still unaware of my contrary distaste for the beasts, and other such objects of the field, and hence a great aversion to the outside world. It is to this trait – it has been called a craven surrender to a childish fear, I will admit as much – that our Editor alluded in note 1821, and it has warmed me to my editorial role – whatever difficulties the post may bring to my posture, they are as nothing to the shock of flies on an otherwise impeccable and doubly pressed silk shirt. Allow me then to bring Humphry Repton’s landscapes to you through the medium of his sketches, without the trouble of muddy boots, cow-berries and barb-wire in the crotch.
As promised in my recent note 1820 therefore, I now append the Professor’s submission for the Gothic (he prefers ‘Sondergothik’ – that late form of Gothic peculiar to Central Europe which speaks to the romantic, fantastical and sometimes overwrought soul of the Czech nationalist):
‘Humphry Repton was perfectly happy to work with the inspired idiosyncracies of Gothic design that James Wyatt provided for Norris Castle.
‘A gloss from the Type-Setter: While, for reasons I am loathe at present to disclose, I am content enough with my place at the copy-editor’s stool, I confess that there’ll be hell to pay with my tailor if I’m to sit all day long pouring over these barely intelligible notes from the Czech.