From William Wordsworth's poem, "Prelude."
Kinda funny and something I can relate to. Perhaps, you too.
Mulling over a story (etc) in public: oblivious to ones surroundings.
Then suddenly you snap outta it to find yourself a source of mirth :-(
And when at evening on the public way
I sauntered, like a river murmuring
And talking to itself when all things else
Are still, the creature trotted on before;
Such was his custom; but whene'er he met
A passenger approaching, he would turn
To give me timely notice, and straightway,
Grateful for that admonishment, I hushed
My voice, composed my gait, and, with the air
And mien of one whose thoughts are free, advanced
To give and take a greeting that might save
My name from piteous rumours, such as wait
On men suspected to be crazed in brain.
Kinda funny and something I can relate to. Perhaps, you too.
Mulling over a story (etc) in public: oblivious to ones surroundings.
Then suddenly you snap outta it to find yourself a source of mirth :-(
And when at evening on the public way
I sauntered, like a river murmuring
And talking to itself when all things else
Are still, the creature trotted on before;
Such was his custom; but whene'er he met
A passenger approaching, he would turn
To give me timely notice, and straightway,
Grateful for that admonishment, I hushed
My voice, composed my gait, and, with the air
And mien of one whose thoughts are free, advanced
To give and take a greeting that might save
My name from piteous rumours, such as wait
On men suspected to be crazed in brain.
