To commemorate its eighteenth anniversary, I would like to provide the answer to the riddle posed by this story. Henry, as the reader can easily deduce from his depiction throughout the text, is the type of person who would ensure the ceilings of his home are a colour that no human being could under any circumstances ever express dissatisfaction with. When the Archbishop of York said he didn't like them, Henry realised that the Archbishop must be blind and not be personally aware of it. So making him believe he'd fed paupers to hungry lions was a simple matter of Henry making the appropriate noises.
I'd intended to include that explanation in the story, but then decided it would be funnier not to.
4 comments:
It seems I may not have been paying appropriate attention to your blog back in 2007 (though in my defence I was somewhat preoccupied with the imminent collapse of the global financial system by that point). That's an original Zoomy story? It's great. Why are you wasting your time doing anything else?
I used to write that kind of thing quite frequently on this blog, and I did once publish a collection on Lulu, titled "Moonwalking with Horses", to see if people really would pay for any old rubbish with my name on it. It turned out they wouldn't, so unfortunately I still need to work for a living...
Have you considered the possibility that people would pay for any old rubbish as long as it didn't have your name on it? [For some reason it won't allow me to specifically reply to your reply]
The art of replying to comments on these blogs is basically unfathomable, and seems to change every time I try to do it. Maybe I should write a book about the great mystery of Blogger-commenting, and follow that excellent commercial advice by not putting my name on the cover. Or maybe a big caption saying "NOT written by Ben Pridmore"?
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