Yes, in the late 1950s, Ted Hughes, a cultural capital fund manager and
sole owner of a small plant, purchased long-term investment shares in
'Sylvia Plath', another small plant then operating in the area of
testimonial language processing in Cambridge. Owing to circumstances, he
found himself CEO of its share/product retailing, which was a difficult
position as he was at the same time expanding his own plant's operational
field in a different sector, viz. Nature and Myth processing, lately by
HRM appointment ...
Soon 'Sylvia Plath' and 'Ted Hughes' become a joint venture. How they
begged for him to go public! But he bided his time.
And in a week when his competitors Clinton, Robin Cook, Boycott, and a
petty naval officer who wears, so Mr Prynne, my cultural capital analyst,
informs me, briefs that can play yingle-yangle bells at the merest
auto-touch, are all called to go public on their intimate affairs (one
must distinguish of course between the consenting and non-consenting
parties to it), during this very quarter, Ted Hughes' own shares in
'Sylvia Plath', which are cleverly packaged as a by HRM appointment Hughes
Product, though produced by the Plath firm, go public. And Hughes is the
only one that can make his words count...
...for as you say is it not astounding that poetry could form, after
thirty years, a durable commodity from cheap testimonial material with a
gold bit stuck on it! And a higher quality of yingle-yangle too. His word
is his bond indeed. All his competitors are flailing, in a crisis. Why did
they not think of this simple plan?
Don't invest in public trash, throw about your cultural cash!
Except don't invest when it's autumn, but when it's cantleman's spring.
And if this makes sense, you'll probably understand that John had the nous
all along but never had those fen opportunities, nor the wherewithal, nor
the royal approval, himself.
Karlien
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