AIBU to be annoyed when I make a really good point on a thread

[SerenityNowAKABleh]

and then it's ignored, and either I have to repeat it, or then someone else comes and makes exactly the same point and everyone goes "oh yes, that's quite clever" "what a good and inciteful point" and so on. Maybe I should just type in caps?
So, AIBU?

Oh no Hully, I have discarded it now it has served us well.

Yes we must return at once and with haste and I shall retire to my chamber for some sleep. When we awaken we shall be refreshed and keen once more!

Oh Ambassador!

You have saved our virtue!

A woman's virtue is beyond price...beyond the finest pearls of araby, sapphires of Bombay, diamonds from the southern Cape, if I have assisted in protection that jewel beyond price, then I am indeed a happy (if slightly peckish) man!

I am all a quiver

I will truly need my sleep now to recover... bonne nuit....

Meanwhile, back at the villa, Mimi begins to fret about her chums...

Where can zey be? ze cheez is prepared, the fondue bubbles, I hear the carriage wheels upon the gravelled drive..

Oh thank heaven we are safely returned!

given TheAmbassador's reverence for purity, we need to scoot them up the aisle pdq in order to pass Gibbons offspring off as his

But Madame Hully, are you so very against an alliance with a buccanneering pirate captain? I know of one moored not far from here, who is also a duke?

Well. I see you young women are all still at it. Swooning, adjusting bosoms and getting wed.

cuh!

Haven't you got anything better to do?...perhaps to peruse some of my writings, when you have a break in fainting, maybe?

Ah Bienvenue, Madame W! Mr Godwin not with you on this trip?

And surely your lovely daughter is travelling abroad with her racy and tricky husband, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and the lovely Claire, ooh, and methinks the upright member of the aristocracy, Lord Byron? Switzerland must be sizzling with tales of their derring dos!

Well! Of course those unable to make a splendid marriage have oft taken refuge in bluestockingery, but we are hardly at that point yet, MsMary. Dear Gibbon is almost betrothed to the Ambassador and I...well, I have great hopes of the quadrille. And there was mention of a Duke.

No woman can ever be truly happy unless she is yoked to a man, tis a biological imperative, I am given to understand. Why don't you put a little rouge on your cheeks and smile a little?

Are they all coming to the quadrille?

Indeed they are!

Lord Byron does not dance, but surveys the room with a moody gaze...perhaps you could distract him with your own ineffable mixture of social ineptitude yet girlish charm?

I for one do not need a male companion on a journey, however long and arduous it may be, Madame

(...plus believe I may well be dead already- and as a spirit by definition I need no assistance.)

And Hullygully, I am surprised at you, of all people. I know you are inordinately proud of those lovely shoulders of yours, but it is permitted to put them away once in a while, especially given the harsh seasonal conditions we are experiencing

...no, really. There is much to do

I think you may well be deceased, MrsW, but given that strict historical timelines have been utterly trampled already on this adventure, let us fling caution to the wind!

Lord Byron!!

Enough with the swooning already! I am warming to MrsW's chilly spectral presence....

M. Snow! 'Ave you met my wards yet? two charming children 'oo live in a well-appointed chamber over a pendulum pit?

Viens, mes chers, make your bow and curtsy to a giant of literature!

I wonder if MsMary is quite in her right mind? I have heard that as the womb withers, so does the mind - tis this new condition of hysteria we hear so much of. For what harsh weather does she speak of? Tis a balmy Provencal summer!

Hully, ma chere, loosen your stays and partake of some raclette! per'aps zees will fortify you enough to shine in such luminous company!

Ah! I see Lord Byron approaches!

Oh, milor', ow" I have thrilled to your stirring tales!

My apologies, Hully, you are indeed correct. Unfortunately as you can see I cannot be arsed to read the whole thread am composed of no earthly matter so cannot tell, indeed, alas, oh woe etc whether tis cold or hot

Anyway the weather concerns me little in death as in life...what bothers me is all this swooning.

I shall peruse the rest of the thread. Indeed, I may find some material for the bodice ripping fiction I publish under a nom de plume in order to live independently

Oh, now evening approaches and Mimi, or her two slave wards and swarm of lightly-clads, have been most busy whilst I have rested in my chamber...How lovely the garden looks twinkling with a thousand lights, there are the scents of lavender and jasmine, and platters piled high with frogs legs and snails! And look, here comes a positive parade of carriages winding up the hill, packed with ladies in white dresses and fancy hair and dark sombre men in tails.

Is Lord Byron among them?

WHO THREW THAT?

Ah! I see Lord Byron has already approached (Mimi in a bloody hurry again). I shall hurry over and thrust my young perfumed bosoms under his purview. How his eyes shine and his bulge protrudes!

Oh don't go MsMary! Perchance we can find some lowly, only slightly malformed lackey to make an honourable woman of you. Come, let us pull your dress down and put your hair up. There! How much better you look. Now, try not to stand too close so that they do ot see the lines about your eyes or smell that fetid raclette breath.