Ribald Classic: The Queen's Birthday
May, 1971
Gloom, like a poisonous fog, hung in the golden rooms of the palace and all gaiety was gone. The lovely ladies in waiting wore their most somber dresses and went about their duties in silence; the clever poets kept their epigrams to themselves; the courtiers forgot their usual flattery and snarled at the servants instead; the officials of the kingdom put on their most dour faces; Septimus Pandarus, the grand chamberlain. sat in his study and drank a great deal of brandy. All of this because it w...
