Guessing Game!: Post in the style of a favoured author.

hmmmmmmmm. Hemingway? Isak Denisen?

I can see why you thought it might be, this male author was also a statesman

Churchill?

Try Scottish born

Hmmmmmm - statesman - Scottish born - nope, got me - more of the writing?

Ok here it comes:-

" Truth to tell I was both pleased and sad. If a learned
profession was denied me I vastly preferred a veld store to an
Edinburgh office stool. Had I not been still under the shadow
of my father's death I might have welcomed the chance of new
lands and new folk. As it was, I felt the loneliness of an exile.
That afternoon I walked on the Braid Hills, and when I saw in
the clear spring sunlight the coast of Fife, and remembered
Kirkcaple and my boyish days, I could have found it in me to
sit down and cry. "

Whoever he is, hiama. I have been when him through the heather. "There is no frigate like a book."

Goodnight, from Florida

Rhodes? (I have no idea if he was Scottish or not, but I doubt it)

Boy, hiama is stingy with his hints.

If you take enough steps you will get it !

Hmmm. Enough steppes, you say? I thought this author was Scottish. Sorry, hiama. I got all caught up tonight in The Ghost and the Darkness. I was so taken with that movie; alas, the main character was Irish. Appropo, no?

well, I'll keep pluggin' away. One teeny, tiny, little cue as to the era in which our Scottish statesman wrote?

more than 38 but less than 40 steps

The Thirty-Nine Steps! read it - but forgotten the author...

John Buchan!

Well, I'll be damned. That Aussie beat me to it.

heehee

The quote was from Prester John by John Buchan which is less read than the 39 steps so I knew it would make you sweat-he he

Next please ....

hey - look what someone sent me!

A little something from the "Washington Post Style Invitational" contest.
Readers were asked to submit "instructions" for something (anything),
written in the style of a famous person. The winning entry was The Hokey
Pokey (as written by William Shakespeare):

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- o banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.

-- by William Shakespeare
(Jeff Brechlin, Potomac Falls)

Fantastic, Deb. Wow! I gotta think about this one.

Thats hilarious