In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: Seat Guru
You get to plan a dinner party for 4-8 of your favorite writers/artists/musicians/other notable figures, whether dead or alive. Who do you seat next to whom in order to inspire the most fun evening?
This is cheating, perhaps. This daily prompt reminded me of a quote variously attributed to a Mr Bernard Baruch, or more recently to Dr Seuss.
One day, at a luncheon in the Government House, a lady prominent in society was vexed to discover that she had been seated at the end of the table, instead of next to the host.
This was, of course, a great blow to her prestige. At the end of the meal, she approached Sir Mark and said rather tartly: Continue reading