If I want a dose of good cheer, all I have to do, in fact,
is glance across the living room to my windowsill where this little fellow
hangs out. My sister bought him for me some time ago and thanks to his photovoltaic
cell he oscillates from side to side in an ever-so-slightly mocking dance (‘the
effect is far more mocking from the back’, points out Ms Formerly Aldgate). Once
the sun is out and striking in his direction, there is no stopping him, no
matter what you do. I have been trying and failing to locate the cartoon he
reminds me of – a pair of grinning Victorian mutes in top hats and mourning
coats declaring ‘O nothing can downcast us’. I know I’ve seen it somewhere.
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