“Gadzooks! That likes me well. Pistachios!”
I number this among my favorite lines.
I know. I know it is ridiculous.
Gadzooks! It sounds like something you would find
In Shakespear in the middle of a scene
With plastic swords: “Gadzooks! You’ve marked me well.
It is a pleasure, sir, to fight with you.”
And while the plastic swords are clunking on,
The villain’s top concern is not the fight
But how to keep his mustache on his lip.
Imagine. Late at night. Deserted street.
A mugger comes. “Gadzooks” you holler out.
“Pistachios!” What craziness is this?
The guy would think you’re certifiable
And either laugh, or run away, or shoot
himself for picking such an one as you to rob.
“Gadzooks! That Likes me well, Pistachios!”
Has Austen, Twain, or Melville such a line
So able to be used at any time
In any situation? Well? Gadzooks!