Tuesday, 5th November 2013

by Joshua Gaskell

On my way to the British Library I alight to take a life-affirming leap over the paywall at Green Park. Then at the library, I read the following:

Jack Sprat could eat no twat,
His wife could eat no wien-
er, so betwixt them both, you see,
They chose not to convene.

Not in the Treasures of the British Library gallery, no. Scrawled on a wall in the bogs. In the spirit of undergraduacy I add the marginalium, ‘cf. Hamlet’.