As a jobbing poet it should be obvious to everybody that I have to remain within nodding distance of fashion. Obviously, save for the workings of blind chance, I am never going to be a leader of fashion. But still I have to give the impression that I am aware of the current trends. Indeed my patrons expect me to pay lip service to its dictates.
In all candour this can be a burden. It weighed more heavily on my shoulders when I was younger. Now if people make cutting comments as to the old fashioned nature of my dress, I merely sigh and comment that I have a beautiful wife whose needs are greater than mine. This always wins a sympathetic smile from the gentlemen and general approval from the ladies.
In reality it is nonsense, if Shena was dependent on my earnings for her clothes she would spend…
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