...As the screaming from outside the gate burst all bounds of propriety, the Prince interrupted the Archdean and said with gentlest manner, “Holiness, my love is simply overpowering my ability to wait—please skip to the end of the service.”
“Mawidge,” the Archdean began.
“Again, Holiness, I interrupt in the name of love. Please hurry to the end.”
“Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam. The dweam of wuv wapped wiffin the gweater dweam of everwasting west. Eternity is our fwiend: wemember that, and wuv wiw fowwow you fowever.”
The Prince stood up and approached the Archdean firmly. “Man and wife,” he shouted. “Man and wife! Say that!”
“I’m not there yet,” the Archdean answered.
“You just arrived,” the Prince replied. “Now!”
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