[I have a friend who is an amazing writer but he tends to abandon his writing projects often. I wanted to save his writings for posterity and make them more widely available. The MonkeyPope Archives contain his collected works. Stilton Camembert, Esq. is a character of his who lives in modern-day but was forged in the chauvenism of the turn of last century.]
Stilton Camembert, Esq.
Possibly this is more trouble than it is worth! These newfangled technologies will doom us all to an electronic hell! I swear when my manservant, a small obsequious Oriental with an unpronounceable name, provides dictation, I encounter none such problems as these!
Again, gentle reader, I am forced to apologize for acts I neither committed nor had the power to prevent. The last posting regarding an apparent transcription of a telephone call was not under my name or authority. The only possible explanation is that these internets became confused with other wires. I must contact these ‘wordpressers’ and see what they are about. In the meantime, I assure you that Stilton here is in fine shape and I am enjoying the company of an old colleague of mine, Bob Stewart. We are relaxing upon my father’s palatial estate located on a small, private island off Cuba, which we normally occupy briefly in March and April. Chin chin is nowhere to be found, but we are perfectly capable of mixing our own drinks these days. We are men after all. Oh, Chin chin is what I call my Oriental. I don’t mean to sound crass nor demean the man in any manner for he is a loyal and capable companion, but I swear, one would have to have three tongues to pronounce that man’s name properly.
At any rate, dear Mr. Stewart has express interest in these internets and does pray that I permit him to post a story or two of his. As they are of such remarkable interest, I can’t see how I could possibly say no! I dare say, gentle reader, you are in for a treat once that day comes.
Well, to the setting sun and men of vigor and leisure, I say adieu!