With the matter of my previous hobbling post much in mind, I was amused to unearth this brief ‘related’ article in an undated magazine; again, I estimate it was produced and published around 1905-1910.
‘A Lady is Laid Low’
Upon a right-thinking, genteel and just society there can be no malaise more exacting than that which robs A Lady of her beguiling gait.
A commonplace whore might, with yellowed eyeballs agog, feverishly devour the prospect of a proffered throb, a swelling, a grotesquely inflamed muscle, in as much as it suits her inner malingering to adorn herself (at another’s expense) with the external and ragged attire of disfigurement – whilst in fragrant contrast, A Lady with a limp is as an angel with diaphanous wing removed.
Turning unfavourably the bones of my lower limbs as I strained to inspect some household miscalculation, I am laid low in a moderate torpor, attending to instructions to treat the objectionable strain thus, in the light-headed, school-girlish manner of one beset with nostalgic yearnings for the simpler days of one’s nursery:
– A linen soaked in broth of oxtail, applied to the area
– To lunch, a plain beef omelette in aspic
– To supper, a carp in walnuts
– Breakfast Wine
And to spiritual succour, The History of Our Lord, clung to my white breast as a whore might suffocate with false love a small pet, or, for a blackened coin, a monstrous and temporary mate.