  J, we are confident, takes its shape from one of Venus’s doves. We don’t know which one, but we think it is the Dove of Peace or possibly the Turtle Dove; we are quite sure it is not from the Ring Dove. To strengthen our theory we present herewith a cut of a fragment of a loving cup presented to Cupid at a dinner given in his honor by the Ancient and Honorable Society of Psychic Research, just when we cannot tell, for unfortunately the date is only left in part, but it must have been long, long ago when Love was very young. J, as described in this passage There has been much controversy over this fragment, some claiming it to represent a Jay Bird, others a Duck, some an Owl because of the moon in its eye, but we are sure it’s a love of a Dove! Why? Because a Jay Bird is blue, a Duck has webbed feet, and an Owl a hooked bill. It is a jolly letter and has been the beginning of much Joy and foolish Jealousy. The worst thing it ever did was when it started the word Jilt. The men most attractive to such Jolly girls as Jane, Julia, Josephine, Jemima, Juliet, and Juliana are those of Just but Jovial disposition. Jealousy. Cupid’s shadow. Jest. See life. “Life is a jest And all things show it; I thought so once— But now I know it.” —Gay’s Epitaph. Jilt. An angel unawares. Originally Jolt, i. e., a jolt on the path of True Love which never runs smooth. Schopenhauer in his great work on Dutch Treats spells it chilt, and gives it as an obsolete past tense of the verb to chill. Joy. The Libretto of Laughter. June. The time to make hay. Cupid reading a book titled WISDOM |
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