I was wrong

I was not wrong that titles are difficult.  I was wrong about what poem could help me out with the tale of the pan, Peter Dawe.  Then I was wrong again.

In my teens, when I held to the deep conviction that Francis Crawford of Lymond from Dorothy Dunnett’s Game of Kings was the most noble, most intelligent, and most handsome of men, I wanted to be like him.  He had a stock of poetry memorized* with a pithy quote for any occasion that required a pithy quote, whether snarky or droll.  He was a m...