Give the summary of 'All fools day' by Charles Lamb
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Ancient Grand! You have claim to a seat at my right hand, as patron of the stammerers. You left your work, if I remember Herodotus correctly, at eight hundred million toises, or thereabout, above the level of the sea. Bless us, what a long bell you must have pulled, to call your top workmen to their nuncheon on the low grounds of Sennaar. Or did you send up your garlick and onions by a rocket? I am a rogue if I am not ashamed to show you our Monument on Fish-street Hill, after your altitudes. Yet we think it somewhat.
What, the magnanimous Alexander in tears ? -- cry, baby, put its finger in its eye, it shall have another globe, round as an orange, pretty moppet!
Mister Adams -- 'odso, I honour your coat -- pray do us the favour to read to us that sermon, which you lent to Mistress Slipslop -- the twenty and second in your portmanteau there -- on Female Incontinence -- the same -- it will come in most irrelevantly and impertinently seasonable to the time of the day.
Go Master Raymund Lully, you look wise. Pray correct that error. -
Duns, spare your definitions. I must fine you a bumper, or a paradox. We will have nothing said or done syllogistically this day. Remove those logical forms, waiter, that no gentleman break the tender shins of his apprehension stumbling across them.
Master Stephen, you are late. -- Ha! Cokes, is it you ? -- Ague-cheek, my dear knight, let me pay my devoir to you. -- Master Shallow, your worship's poor servant to command. -- Master Silence, I will use few words with you. -- Slender, it shall go hard if I edge not you in somewhere. -- You six will engross all the poor wit of the company to-day. -- I know it, I know it.
Ha! honest R--, my fine old Librarian of Ludgate, time out of mind, art thou here again? Bless thy doublet, it is not over-new, threadbare as thy stories -- what dost thou flitting about the world at this rate ? -- Thy customers are extinct, defunct, bed-rid, have ceased to read long ago. -- Thou goest still among them, seeing if, peradventure, thou canst hawk a volume or two. -- Good Granville S---, thy last patron, is flown.
King Pandion, he is dead,
All thy friends are lapt in lead. -
Nevertheless, noble R --, come in, and take your seat here, between Armado and Quisada: for in true courtesy, in gravity, in fantastic smiling to thyself, in courteous smiling upon others, in the goodly ornature of well-apparelled speech, and the commendation of wise sentences, thou art nothing inferior to those accomplished Dons of Spain. The spirit of chivalry forsake me for ever, when I forget thy singing the song of Macheath, which declares that he might be happy with either, situated between those two ancient spinsters -- when I forget the inimitable formal love which thou didst make, turning now to the one, and now to the other, with that Malvolian smile -- as if Cervantes, not Gay, had written it for his hero; and as if thousands of periods must revolve, before the minor of courtesy could have given his invidious preference between a pair of so goodly-propertied and meritorious-equal damsels
To descend from these altitudes, and not to protract our Fools' Banquet beyond its appropriate day, -- for I fear the second of April is not many hours distant -- in sober verity I will confess a Truth to thee, reader. I love a Fool -- as naturally, as if I were of kith and kin to him. When a child, with child-like apprehensions, that dived not below the surface of the matter, I read those Parables -- not guessing at their involved wisdom -- I had more yearnings towards that simple architect, that built his house upon the sand, than I entertained for his more cautious neighbour; I grudged at the hard censure pronounced upon the quiet soul that kept his talent; and -- prizing their simplicity beyond the more provident, and, to my apprehension, somewhat unfeminine wariness of their competitors -- I felt a kindliness, that almost amounted to a tendre, for those five thoughtless virgins. -- I have never made an acquaintance since, that lasted; or a friendship, that answered; with any that had not some tincture of the absurd in their characters. I venerate an honest obliquity of understanding.