The Society writes on Sundays
A weekly bulletin from the Membership Secretary’s desk. Free, and forwarded only to one’s most trusted confidante. Here is a specimen, so you know exactly what arrives.
From the Membership Secretary’s desk
It is recorded that on this Sunday the Society of Crossed Words began keeping public minutes, a decision the Committee debated for some years and the Membership Office lost. I am instructed to say that this bulletin will appear weekly, that it will be brief, and that forwarding it to more than one trusted confidante at a time is considered enthusiastic. The kettle in the members’ parlour has been descaled in honour of the occasion. Proceedings continue.
Mr Peregrine Fitch, Membership Secretary
Dr Quire’s Margin Note. New members ask for the trick of cryptic crosswords as though it were kept in a locked drawer. It is not. Almost every clue is two clues in one sentence. One part is an ordinary definition, sitting at the beginning or the end, never the middle. The rest is wordplay. Stop reading the surface. Find the seam.
W.Q.
The daily ceremony continues each morning: two crossed cryptic clues, sharing a single letter, warmly explained after the solve. This week’s crossings ranged from an anagram that behaved itself to a homophone that divided the parlour.
One clue, unexplained. The answer appears in next Sunday’s Dispatch, and nowhere else before it.
Stink, sent back, makes jumpers (5)
Reply with your answer if you wish. The Doorkeeper reads everything and confirms nothing.
The daily crossing: free each morning. The course in print: A Course in Cryptic Crosswords, Volumes One to Four. Proposals for membership: forward this Dispatch to your single most trusted confidante.
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