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Morning Cuppa: Quoth the Octopus…

Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Max and Collin’s sleek and sophisticated parlour located in the splendidly scenic city of Lancaster, Mor Ire.

True, perhaps, some have called it a festering featherbed of fiendish flights of fancy filled with remorselessly ravenous rouges, but we consider that such people are merely embittered that they have not yet received an invitation.

You find us on this mild and mellow Monday morning still in the thick of celebrating Poevember and, to that end, we have compiled a list of our absolute favouritest Poe quotes and we have turned them into a fabulous parlour game.

We are calling it ‘Poe Quo’ and, if you would like to use it at your own tea parties, the rules are simple;

Give each guest a piece of fruit as they arrive (we are using cucumbers but you could easily substitute plums, melons or indeed anything you have to hand) and write half a Poe quote on each one with permanent ink. You can use the list we’ve put together below if you like. Each guest should conceal their fruit somewhere about their person and only reveal it when they are asked politely by another along the lines of ‘Excuse me, may I see your cucumber?’ (or plums, melons, juicy pear… whatever fruit you happen to be using). The aim of the game is to find the guest who has the other half of your Poe Quote but hopefully some bizarre or humorous combinations will arise as well. Set a time limit and swap the best combos at the end.

Here is our list of Poe favourites, feel free to share your own quotes or funny combinations in the comments section ….


Years of love  have been forgot in the hatred of a minute

They who dream  by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night

The scariest monsters are those which dwell within our souls

There is no beauty without some strangeness

I am a writer, therefore I am not sane

From childhood’s hour I have not been as others were I have not seen as others saw

This story is told through the eyes of a madman who, like all of us, believed that he was sane

I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity

Men have called me mad but the question is not settled whether madness is or not the loftiest of intelligence

Our hearts are monsters, that is why our ribs are cages

No one should brave the underworld alone

I do not suffer from insanity I enjoy every minute of it

I have great faith in fools, my friends call it self confidence

Sometimes I am afraid of my own heart, of its constant hunger for the things it wants


Excellent fun! But now we are going to sit back and enjoy our Morning Cuppa with another marvellous tale from The Master. Our tea this morning is a rceomendation from the lovely Tea Sisters who do a gorgeous array of tea and book pairings – do stop by their little Youtube Parlour and see what other splendid things they have brewing…


Marvellous! But before we kick our tentacles up on the table and tune our Tesla Spirit Radio to receive our story this morning there is just time to consult our Oracular Cephalopterois and see what dark delights it has plucked from the aether for us this morning…


Beautiful stuff! Ah, but now I think our tea is ready and the radio is crackling so there is nothing left for us to say except ‘chin chin’, we hope you have a Poefect morning and we invite you back to join us for elevenses tomorrow  so, until then

Be always, utterly yourself.





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