I’m not the most interesting man in the world, but if I spoke as I wrote, I would at least not feel so tongue tied all the time.
There you have it…the worst sentence in English, but that’s the truth.
There is a certain eloquence to the written word that the writer craves in his spoken one.
We writers seldom are silver tongued.Our silver nibs jotting down torrents of thoughts are no match for our lazy tongues-hunks of muscle, lolling about, slurring words when the scumbag brain does not cooperate.
It all reminds me of Winston Churchill.
He was supposed to have been a stutterer and a stammerer.This problem plagued him so badly that he eschewed public interaction.He was more of a church mouse than a hill.
So how and when did he become the Churchill that we all know?
With proper application of the mind, some would have you believe, that he became known as the greatest orators of WWII era.
Legend has it that he would mentally rehearse each and every moment of public interaction, down to each sentence and expression.This would take him hours.(I can imagine)
He would practice his soliloquies,dialogues,banter and witty comebacks beforehand!
Hard to believe.
But that’s one way of becoming the most interesting man in the world…that will lead me bonkers.
How would I cap this off?
By bidding Adieu…because sometimes that’s all one can do at unsatisfactory conclusions.