Egotist Manifesto

We

first, (from politeness,) acknowledge that our existence that is owed to Lord Peter Wimsey and Harriet Vane,

as it was their desire to populate and dine at an official  Society that created this candidly christened club.

We

next, proclaim to the world that we DO exist, despite the attempts of a grey-washed world to run the middle ground of mediocrity through all peoples.

BLAST! the unriddled masses, the din! those encased in powder and makeup

without the proper amount of Chin.

We

blast the Apathy that roots around the foundations of Our Thought, Your Thought,  the History of Thought.

DARN

the frayed socks, torn mittens,

and gaudy sweaters that breed in abundance at the back of the closet.

DAMN

the wire brushes the fingerless gloves and the overabundance of electric stoves,

the hair of the dog, signifying nothing

the eye of newt, dangling on a key ring.

We

demand that Our Thoughts, shall be treated with portentous, pretentious, preposterous importance.

While gaggles of giddy groups contend in bouts of Great Humility, our Words shall spew with verbosity and elocution through the babbling of Society.

We do.

We listen.

We talk.

We read and watch and think and act and consider and at times study.

We wait for Climpson or Bunter to come to dinner.

We practice our writing, and hold our discipline  accountable to the Club.

We twirl our mustachios.

We commence with pronouns.

We drink fine Scotch.

We speak to God, and Hope, and live and pretend and devise.

We chant odd words that take our fancy: onamonapia, maladroit, verisimilitude.

We take ourselves only seriously enough.

(We can be reached, incidentally, at egotist.club@gmail.com. There are times in life when you need an honest opinion from a candid egotist. Is your taste in wine cretinous? Is your poetry dull? Do you need a summer reading list, a new hat, a giggle, a reality check, or your tie straightened? All inquiries welcome, all mankind our family, all problems, delights and conundrums faced with perspicacity and a double, neat, of Mine Host’s finest. So join the merry throng!)