You asked…… and asked and asked and asked….. for it!
Importunity – now that‟s a word looking for a little love and affection (might as well start with a bit of tautology for ped- antry‟s sake). Never knew what it meant. St. Luke Chapter 11 verse 8 “though he will not rise and give him, because he is his friend, yet because of his importunity he will rise and give him as much as he needeth”.
Personally, I‟ve never been too keen on the thought of hav- ing someone banging on my door at midnight for a loaf of bread. That sort of friend, however parabolic in kind, one can decidedly do without. But……..had it not been for that
parabolical pesterer, we might never have encountered importunity. Importunity might have remained assigned to an eternity of language languor, unused and un- appreciated.
Had that been so? Then persistence would have ruled triumphant. Persistence – a baleful synonym, morbidly colourless. No, let us rejoice in the scriptural appear- ance of that nocturnal bread-seeker for the excaliburic emergence of importunity for us all to grasp and wield with delight on our vocabular life journeys.
And grasp it I shall. For there is no other word that suits. OK – bread it may not have been. And, as yet and thankfully, no rankling overtures at midnight. Al- though I have detected the beginnings of neurotic sleeplessness as the impreca- tions of the matter have grown in weight.
So, let the importuners of Hornchurch and Upminster Rotary Club hail the day. To them be the ultimate victory. Contribute to the Bull, uplift our editorial sway – no, more than that - embellish the lives of the rank and file Rotarian readership with lit- erary enchantment and a wallow of words.
Hence – though I have been reluctant in extreme to bother myself and have per- sisted in my noble devotion to lethargy, yet because of their importunity I have folded.
But content free. Inspired rules as always by the Muse of the
void that reigns above all others in the Musean heavens. The Muse that relishes in vacuity and the limbo of
over empti- ness. If blank verse receives applause, why not blank prose?
So here it is – as some worthy in our great literary heritage put it – “it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”. And I can do idiot signifying nothing better than most.
And that‟s what importunity gets for you. Ken King
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