"LETHARGIC"

It Was An Answer In Thursday's Wordsquare
Because I know you thirst, positively thirst, for these incidental details that flesh out the story.
     It's not often that I get the originating nine-letter word which composes a Wordsquare in one go, so a bit of gloasting is in order.  Art?

    25 Words is defined as "Good" and I've got 28 - oooh, oooh, "GIRTH" is another one, so that's 29 - which allows for a couple being disqualified.
     Now, I know your fervid minds won't simply rest there, so I thought a little delve into the etymology of LETHARGIC would be good.  It comes from "LETHE", a river in the ancient Greek underworld, whose waters caused forgetfullness in all who drank of them sounds like an overindulgence in gin to me  and from whence comes the Greek "Lethargos", meaning "Drowsy", which transposed into Latin as "Lethargia".

Beyond belethe

     Of course, BOOJUM! wouldn't be BOOJUM! if we didn't over-analyse the matter at hand.  For instance, what about mist or fog on the Lethe?  What happens if you inhale said vapours?  You're not drinking the waters, yet you are unquestionably ingesting them.  Rather than being blasted with total loss , will it just mean your short-term memory is a bit dodgy?  Or various random bits of your memory vanish?  "Help, I can't remember the chorus of "A Fairytale Of New York" any more!"
     Then again, what happens if you make a pot of tea using Lethe water?  Will the boiling process negate the memory-wiping quality of the water?  If not, then what happens to all that steam, because same question as mist and fog?
     And what fluid quantity is required to cause memory-loss?  A couple of pints? A mouthful?  A sip? A molecule?
     Of course, I could be over-thinking this ...

Was I saying something?

     Ah, motley!  Do I torture you or entertain you?

Imagine The Horror!
Okay, your name is Ike.  Ike Anthrowp*.  And - you're a werewolf.
     Don't roll your eyes at me!  You see, for every nine werewolves that are ravening, carnivorous, homicidal, flesh-rending, slavering monsters, there is one werewolf suffering from Undiagnosed Human Intellect.  Art?

"I say, chaps, has Thomas Pynchon published another novel yet?  Chaps?  Er - are those - ah - guns?"

     Yes, trapped inside that monstrous exterior is the human persona and intelligence of the original man (werewolves seem to only ever come in male shape, which is good for BOOJUM! as - well - topless lady-creatures would clash with our SFW rating).  This means that Ike is very well aware of what he looks like, what Hom. Sap. expect of him, and it'll be three days before the transformation wears off.  Not only that, if there are any feral werewolves around, gangs of armed humans are going to be out hunting his kind.

" 'Teenwolf' had it easy, you know"

     "All he has to do is go to the local police station and explain!" I hear you aver.
     WRONG! WRONG WRONG WRONG!
     Ike has the physiology of a wolf at worst, and a wolf-human hybrid at best.  His vocal cords do not work.  HE CANNOT SPEAK!  Also, walking - okay, shambling - alright, alright, entering the police station on all fours is likely to have jumpy Hom. Sap. policemen shooting him to bits before he can open his mouth. Jaws?  Before they can see a gleam of fang, anyway.
     As for writing a note to put on the front door and keep suspicious neighbours at bay - no.  Just nope.  Wolves, you see, don't have mutually-opposable digits, so they cannot hope to write anything, ever.  Ike can't unlock his phone to send a text since it won't recognise his furry fiendish face.  
     "Word processor?" I hear you quiver.
     Excellent idea!  However, it's a bit tricky hammering out a multi-paragraph explanation whilst the baying mob break down your front door, and you'd have to type the explanation out in their presence, otherwise you're just a werewolf who happened to find message typed out by that weirdo Ike.

Merle, the cowardly werewolf from "The Goon"

     So, the next time you see a film or comic featuring the traditional monstrous werewolf, spare a thought 
     - what on earth?  There's a sub-genre of romance novels featuring werewolves?
     Truly, no other sentient species in this galaxy is as weird as Hom. Sap.

"Plucky Little England"
I did threaten to hold forth on this topic, and I have now made good on that threat.
     I suppose one iteration of this is in the opening animated credits for "Dad's Army", for which let us rouse Art with the electric pitchfork -

Sic

     There is a perception that we, This Sceptred Isle, were the gallant underdog, standing up to Herr Schickelgruber's hordes all alone, with three men and a dog in uniform -
     WRONG!  WRONGWRONG - hang on, this sounds a bit familiar.
     The British Army did indeed leave most of it's kit behind at Dunkirk and Le Havre, which still left a lot in the UK.  There was the 1st Canadian Division, too, which had landed in the UK in 1940, as the Canuckistanians had declared war on the Teutons the instant the mother country did.  There were New Zealanders, too, who had declared war the instant the mother country did -
     Which is another inkling that 'England' wasn't alone.  There was the rest of the UK, and some plucky lads from Eire, too, and a tranche of persons whose countries were now occupied by the Teutons and who thirsted for revenge (Poland, looking at you!).  
     There were the Dominions and the Commonwealth to back up the UK; check out the production figures for North America and see what their industry turned out (hint: lots).

Canuckistanian troops and vehicles

     Backed up by the world's biggest navy, and about 80% of the world's marine transport, if you add in refugee fleets like the enormous Norwegian one.
     Behind all this was South Canada, an industrial power that the Teutons both admired and feared, and which was quite happy to supply the UK with whatever it wanted, in any amount.
     I could go on even more about this, but - instead go and get David Egerton's "Britain's War Machine", which is a whole book's worth of this.

Finally -
I've gone through the first jar of Marmite-flavoured peanut butter already <sad face>.  In my defence, it's not possible to be moderate in spreading it on toast, the chunkiness of it means you have to really dollop it on first, before scraping it about.
    However - Art?

Heh

*  This is a really clever pun that you'd better appreciate