The muses, like me are real women, curvacious and soft to the touch... but both they and I rail against "portly"!

Unless of course you mean full of port, which after my recent invite to a certain Hughesian college of Cambridge, (where I sat at High Table and stroked the santa claus beard of a certain director of studies) then you may be right.

I apologise for any silences in response... unfortunatly my recent work has required a semblance of Torrance up at the big hotel, and this crazy writer , alone in her ivory tower, has had little time to converse with anyone but her house boy. And so, soon off to Morocco to recover from these strenous activities through beaded slippers and hashish.

But by all means entertain Miss Smith in her parlour. I am not the green eyed type, more nougat brown by all poetic accounts from paramours. But my plus ones will be spread elsewhere ever after...

Dotty S Parker
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