C. Dickens inquires About the Perplexities of Me

The ghost of Charles Dickens came by today. I always love when Dickens comes to visit. He talks so fast that it sounds like one long word that is very interesting. Kind of like a flute. Sometimes I’ll close my eyes and listen to his music.

Dickens was carrying on for a while and he suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes because I figured he had left. Ghosts never say goodbye. I think it’s because they know there is no end to anything. But then there he was, not talking.

Dickens finally said, “Oh my, I pontificate rhapsodically but it must be like a snake without an end to its tail.”

I said, “No, it’s good.”

Dickens said, “No, my fine friend. Let’s say that the season of this moment has fallen in your favor. What have you to say?”

I said, “I think sitting on my couch is underrated.”

Dickens said, “Succinct is the Brooks.”