Letter to Rebecca #25-04

Persiflage, persiflage, persiflage

In which Terry waxes lyrical about the New Yorker Fiction podcast, Samuel Johnson, and Lifemanship, and has a rant about wrongly-used words.

I say, Madam Rebecca, things are looking up, what? The sun is shining, meaning we can top up the old tan, and go promenading and meet other chaps and chapesses.

Oops, sorry, Rebecca. I was temporarily taken over by t…