Messr. Horsley
Oh, Sebastian. As a fellow dandy, I embrace your style and joie de vivre (if indeed that’s what it is). Somehow, one could be forgiven for reading you more tragically. You exude brio and a rare sense of élan, and I salute you for it.
Reading of your most recent exploits today, though, I wondered if you aren’t too loudly modern? Sex and drugs under everyone’s noses? Pushing copulation and opiates in their faces? My, my. A bit strong.
Try incorporating some fin de siècle style. All the sex, all the drugs, fewer problems with Customs. The quiet man, who blends in, can get away with anything, no matter how darkly the demons possess him. Nowhere else is this more true than in the US. A “mass of dolts,” was that what Pound called it? Learn this and perhaps they’ll welcome you in next time.
When that happens, give me a ring. We’ll repast and then who knows what. Caio til then.
