Excuse My Luster: Portrait of Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker thought “Excuse My Dust” would be a fine epitaph. Had her spirit persisted after her death, and hung around Earth to see what happened to her Earthly remains, I think she would have howled to see that her Earthly remains somehow ended up in a filing cabinet for seventeen years.

She had an incomparable wit. I am sorry to have never met her. I pay my respects by paging her with a sonnet.

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