BlogNomic: The First Dynasty of Desertfrog

“Dirk turned with another in a long succession of triumphant beams and hurried down the path to Richard…

‘Oh, but I did do as you asked, Richard, I asked him at the end
about the albatross and he said what albatross? So I said, oh it wasn’t important, the albatross did not signify. He said what albatross didn’t signify, and I said never mind the albatross, it didn’t matter, and he said it did matter—someone comes to his house in the middle of the night raving about albatrosses, he wanted to know why. I said blast the bloody albatross and he said he had a good mind to and he wasn’t certain that that didn’t give him an idea for a poem he was working on. Much better, he said, than being hit by an asteroid, which he thought was stretching credulity a bit. And so I came away.’”

There is no such word as “impossible” in my dictionary!