A Reminiscence of Dr. Samuel Johnson
A man, named Littlewit, is writing some of his memoirs. He’s over two-hundred years old. He writes and speaks in a very old-fashioned manner. He is, and was, friends with various poets.
That’s about it.
Samuel Johnson was a real guy, from a cursory glance. He seems like quite an interesting character. He had tourette’s probably, and did many other things. One of those many other things was creating a dictionary. Webster’s and Oxford are our go-to dictionaries, but before the Oxford dictionary existed, Samuel had created one, which is pretty nifty.
I also read about his life, and at first glance, thought the text said he was friends with Harry Potter. I thought, “Well, this is an interesting development that I was not expecting,” but that wasn’t the case. I had just mis-read Harry Porter. Good job on having friends Samuel. H.P. did not know Samuel because Samuel died in the 1700s.
This is really a non-story. I mean, well, it’s kind of a story, but it’s not a very meaty story. It’s about a dude, who is unnaturally old, talking in old-fashioned speak about all the poets he’s friends with. I would rather know why this guy is so old. Did he find the philosopher’s stone? Does he have the elixir of life? Is he a vampire? I mean, really, do tell.
Some say that this story was a way of H.P. making fun of himself. Apparently, people thought H.P. was into old-fashioned things and was a bit old-fashioned in speech and language, so he was basically a hipster.
Yeah, people make fun of you if you’re a bit weird. Sometimes it’s nice to be able to throw it back at them and make fun of yourself. I’ve always been weird, so maybe that’s just my perspective.
This story is boring, but Samuel sounds like an interesting guy.
How do you think you could live to be over two-hundred years old?
Do people make fun of other people for being old-fashioned?