I am, Sir, yours expectantly,

(Rev.) J. Stonor Brooke.

_Vis inertiæ._

_Lotus Lodge, Limpsfield._

Sir,--A victim since birth to congenital lassitude, which has rendered

all labour, whether manual or mental, distasteful, nay, intolerable to

me, I find myself at the age of 41 so out of touch with the spirit of

strenuous effort which has invaded every corner of our national life

that I am anxious to confer on the State or, failing that, some

meritorious millionaire the privilege of providing for my modest needs.

A snug sinecure with a commodious residence and a good car--cheap

American motors are of course barred--represent the indispensable

minimum.

Punch, or the London Charivari, July 1, 1914 · 第 33 / 41 题