Oh dear, the ghost of pompous must be exorcised from me. I have entered my opinions in one too many places and no good blaming the shut-in of cold weather with its vague forecast of "low around minus three Fahrenheit." I must declare myself an un-socialized being whose grasp of basic communication is woefully lacking. I'm a Bumble Borer amongst Butterflies.
I might sometimes be smitten with an idea of living in a town as a Velvet Ant.
I see myself greeting the busy street, a brisk six legged walk to a smoke filled
den where coffee is served, and I'll have my two and six ready, exact change.
Sneer at the latte, insist upon a table cloth, sting someone for no good reason.