posted by
owlfish at 07:18pm on 05/11/2007
The other night, I dreamed I was talking about rice pudding with someone, and quoted "It's lovely rice pudding for dinner again." They didn't know the poem "Rice Pudding" and I was surprised. "It's by A.A. Milne." I said. "From his collected volume of poems, Hard Times."
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Odd about the Dickensian swing of your dream. I'm sure Oliver and Pip would have been thrilled to dine on Rice Pudding. Much better than gruel.