Thank God for Cheerskep all you law abiding townsfolk. He's right about my sarsaprilla spelling. I usually look up odd or infrequently used words in my handy Webster's Instant Word Guide. Sometimes I drift into expedient carelessness and then, instantly, Bingo! there he is, shiny badge and all, with another condescendingly gentle reminder of spelling laws. He's not alone, however. Michael is another master wordcopsmith and he's normally already on the spot with his ticket book open whenever one of us wayward youths errs and strays off into Chaucerian ditches. The two of them are like the motorcycle cops hiding behind facing billboards and all too ready for those reckless kids speeding by in red sportscars.
In Michael's case I suspect a Jesuit education afflicts him; that's bad enough; in Cheerskep's I think it's a lingering Harvard narcissism. One never fully recovers from Jesuit or Harvard education. The only thing worse is a Princeton education. Oh the horror! But... One doesn't go racing about the twisty, narrow roads of this List without some training in formal pedantry. That's alright with me. I like exactitude. I especially like it with humor or a certain Benjaminian aura. Besides, I have a junior membership in the pedantry club. It came with my University of Chicago diploma (and a few psychotic Jesuits). Trouble is, I never gave up my hot rod sports car. Does it zoom? No. It goes ZOOOOMMMbabababaaa! Hear that? Now stand aside, please. WC
