Poor Valentino, caught up
in the unfairness of fash-
ion, suffers his trousers
now to be worn too short
to celebrate the cut, to
say nothing of the stride.
This would be unthinkable
to Alistair, who wore one
length of trouser for sit-
ting on the club veranda,
and another for venturing
off to a seminar on Yeats.
But the thing about doing
without socks would be a
consolation, always assum-
ing the foil of the her-
ringbone, paving his way.
Ben Eidem
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