#katisha

The hour of gladness

Is dead and gone.

In silent sadness

I live alone.

The hopes I cherished --

All lifeless lies,

And all has perished,

All has perished --

Save love, which never dies,

The relevant line is:

"You hold that I am not beautiful because my face is plain. But you know nothing; you are still unenlightened. Learn, then, that it is not in the face alone that beauty be sought. My face is unattractive! But I have a left shoulder-blade that is a miracle of loveliness. People come miles to see it. My right elbow has a fascination that few can resist."

However! Later on they say:

Pitti Sing: And that's only her face. She has a left elbow which people come miles to see! Pooh Bah: I am told that her right heel is much admired by connoisseurs.

However Pitti Sing and Pooh Bah seem to be conflating her elbow claims with her shoulder blade claims, suggesting to me that they were not really paying attention. The claims about her heel are wholly invented.

So if Katisha's own claims about herself are to be believed, it is her right elbow that has admirers and can be viewed on Tuesdays and Thursdays by appointment.

Death At The Opera - a first-rate piece of #CrimeFiction from the pen of Gladys Mitchell #amreading

A review of Death at the Opera by Gladys Mitchell Also known as Death in the Wet, this is fifth outing (out of sixty-six) for Mitchell’s amateur sleuth, Mrs Bradley. I have read enough of her works to realise that you never quite know what you are getting yourself into when you turn the first page. Some things stay the same; Mrs Bradley, a psychoanalyst by trade, will continue with her eccentric…

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