RC emails with the good news that the Fetid Swamp is drained at last:
Rather to my own surprise, but with confidence that it’s the right thing, I’ve decided that this will be the final installment of The Fever Swamp (at least for now — for like the answer to the inevitable questions about family size, “So, are you done?,” I daren’t quite say the Swamp is finished for good. Who knows?). Thank you to all of the gracious, intelligent people who read and enjoyed the columns, and who wrote so often and so kindly to me. And thanks also, I suppose, to those of you who loathed them. It is always a pleasure épater la Gauche.
I don’t recall ever writing about it, but as RC correctly surmised, I definitely fell into the latter category, that being those who didn’t read Gurdon’s column and loathed it nevertheless. Dislike for the Fetid Swamp was one of the few areas where Little Miss Fecalicious and I were in total agreement – Sweet Shub-Niggurath, just writing about it in the past tense makes me happy – although I shudder to think what torments K-Lo will devise to replace it.
No doubt it will be something on the order of dating advice from the Littlest Chickenhawk, or perhaps a weekly panegyric to the Dear Leader will suffice. And they wonder why people won’t renew their subscriptions.