A Corking Evening

A Corking EveningAll day today (said Antrobus), I have been addressing Christmas cards, an occupation both melancholy and exhilarating; so many of us have gone leaving no address. They have become "Bag Room Please Forward," so to speak. Some are Far Flung, some Less Far Flung, some Flung Out Altogether, like poor Toby. It is a season which sets one to wondering where Diplomatic Dips go when they die, old man; do they know that they can't take it with them, or is there perhaps a branch...