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Quandary Resolution 7892
apollo, chur, nonpareil, skinkle, v.

Now, if you haven't heard of Mimsy Whimsey's, don't apologise to me for the gaps in your education, just pin back your lugholes, focus your wandering peepers, and I'll begin: Mimsy was born Montague Whimsey, the bastard son of the bastard son of one or other of the Duke of Mansionhouse's legitimate brood; although his mother worked Below Stairs the old Duke had rather a penchant for his and his children's illegitimate offspring and they – I think six or seven of them at that particular timewere given free reign about the Palace, The Place as the family called it, although now it has been given to the Lord Mayor of London as his official residence and is known as the Mansion House and even has it's very own own station in the London Underground, on the District and Circle Lines; well, Mimsy, as he became known at Oxford, was something of an Apollo and soon attracted quite a following, being the undoubted nonpareil among the undergraduates, with his striking, rather feminine looks, his golden hair which, it is said, had never been cut in his life and was, therefore, a mass of curls falling well over his shoulders, and, of course, his dress which, at a time when men were tending to dress in sober, formal, dark and drab garments, were quite stunning: he had acquired a taste for scarlet, cobalt blue, dazzling green, vivid yellow, and for contrast, deep indigo and violet, in silks and satins, somewhat in the style of Elizabethan courtiers and dandies, so, of course, as he skinkled, he was noticed; not, it must be conceded, always approved of, particularly by his Teachers, who tended to frown when they caught sight of Mimsy, strolling hand in hand with The Honourable This, or Sir That, or the Marquis of the Other when the luxuriantly bewhiskered face of the Professor of Greek, Cuthbert Cuttance, would grunt: "deplorable, chur! – utterly butterly disgusting, chur, chur!" and the tonsured Professor of Religious Studies, the Right Reverend Smedley Bede would smirk: "one wonders what the world is coming to, chur, there was never anything so openly, brazenly depraved in our day, chur, chur!" and the Greek would invite the Religious to his rooms for a cup of Darjeeling and perhaps a little game of Blind Man's Buff!

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