|my rubber ducky|
Speaking of laughing, was anyone else wacky enough to watch Lord Love a Duck on TCM Wednesday night? It's a spazzy 60s satirical comedy, starring Roddy McDowall and Tuesday Weld, sort of a cross between Beach Party and Dr. Strangelove. It's my kind of quirk and it certainly lent its fair share of giggles.
Of all sources, the Oxford English Dictionary surprisingly notes just one, James Joyce's Ulysses. Remember this time last year, in honor of St. Patrick's Day, overtaken by my Irish DNA, I dived head first into the book, pledging to read it from cover to cover, only to come up gasping for air? Although it has some gorgeous language, I shelved it, deciding it was much easier to read the most tasty passages singled out, online. Anyway, apparently T. S. Eliot used the phrase, "lord love a duck", as well as P. G. Wodehouse. Since it has been used a lot in inoffensive situations, it is doubtful it is a euphemism for the F-word. It also should be noted that "duck" or "ducky" has been used since the 16th century, when referring to a dear one, or sweetheart.
So, duckies, it all boils down to this: it's a quirky phrase to say, when nothing else seems to fit. I like that.
"...shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes."
--James Joyce, from Molly Bloom's soliloquy, Ulysses