Excellent post, Gilligan. I particularly agree with the following portion:

"Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to
count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten
toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your
affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a
million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb-nail. In
the midst of this chopping sea of civilized life, such are the clouds and
storms and quicksands and thousand-and-one items to be allowed for, that a
man has to live, if he would not founder and go to the bottom and not make
his port at all, by dead reckoning, and he must be a great calculator indeed
who succeeds. Simplify, simplify. Instead of three meals a day, if it be
necessary eat but one; instead of a hundred dishes, five; and reduce other
things in proportion.


This is what people like Maxprop fail to understand (or should I say are
'unable' to understand.) The true meaning of life is in its simplicity and
the whole enjoyment of a few truths instead of the partial enjoyment of a
myriad of things. Max has substitued simple truths for multiple things,
honesty for obfuscation.

Max brought up the cedar bucket many times in his typical-brainwashed-
American diatribe but what he cannot understand is one cedar bucket is
more in tune with how God created man and expects man to live than a
dozen opulent bathrooms full of toilets, bidets and vanities. The Maxprops
of this world and their very existence revolves around escaping reality and
truth by substituting complication and lies.

Failing to appreciate how simple and pure one's existence is, is failing in
man's true purpose which purpose is to be Godly and appreciative of a few
truths. After all, were we not all created in God's image?

Respectfully,
Capt. Neal
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It is a great injustice, perhaps even sacrilegious, to purport to speak for
the great man, Thoreau.
Having said that, I believe he would scoff at the OP, and say that unless
the good captain built his boat and his cedar bucket with his own hands,
then he is as much a prisoner of convention as the rest of us. In fact, all
who post here, would say Thoreau, are slaves to their property! The
captain's ownership of a computer and the incessant posting here would have
HDT spinning in his grave with Bwahaha's. Instead, Henry might say, jot your
bits of wit and philosophy down in a log, and let the world know and judge
you posthumously.
Scout


"Capt. Neal®" wrote in message
...
Excellent post, Gilligan. I particularly agree with the following portion:

"Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to
count more than his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten
toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let
your
affairs be as two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a
million count half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb-nail. In
the midst of this chopping sea of civilized life, such are the clouds and
storms and quicksands and thousand-and-one items to be allowed for, that a
man has to live, if he would not founder and go to the bottom and not make
his port at all, by dead reckoning, and he must be a great calculator
indeed
who succeeds. Simplify, simplify. Instead of three meals a day, if it be
necessary eat but one; instead of a hundred dishes, five; and reduce other
things in proportion.


This is what people like Maxprop fail to understand (or should I say are
'unable' to understand.) The true meaning of life is in its simplicity and
the whole enjoyment of a few truths instead of the partial enjoyment of a
myriad of things. Max has substitued simple truths for multiple things,
honesty for obfuscation.

Max brought up the cedar bucket many times in his typical-brainwashed-
American diatribe but what he cannot understand is one cedar bucket is
more in tune with how God created man and expects man to live than a dozen
opulent bathrooms full of toilets, bidets and vanities. The Maxprops of
this world and their very existence revolves around escaping reality and
truth by substituting complication and lies.
Failing to appreciate how simple and pure one's existence is, is failing
in man's true purpose which purpose is to be Godly and appreciative of a
few
truths. After all, were we not all created in God's image?
Respectfully,
Capt. Neal
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The good Capt's fine blue water cruiser is simply a means to an end, not the
end itself. The good Capt's posts should be judged on content. They are
congruent with Thoreau's writings. His method is much simpler, for it
consumes no paper, no middle man as did Thoreau's books. Thoreau did not
make his shovels,axes, etc.
Capt Neal is no slave to his property, his property offers no burden, for it
is an extension of him.

I think he is more like a Don Quixote gone wrong.
Scout

"Gilligan" wrote in message
ink.net...
The good Capt's fine blue water cruiser is simply a means to an end, not
the
end itself. The good Capt's posts should be judged on content. They are
congruent with Thoreau's writings. His method is much simpler, for it
consumes no paper, no middle man as did Thoreau's books. Thoreau did not
make his shovels,axes, etc.
Capt Neal is no slave to his property, his property offers no burden, for
it
is an extension of him.

Scout,
you beat me too it by a few milli-seconds.

the comparision to cervante is perhaps very close to neal's presentation of
the world.
complete with a worn out horse (a coronado 27), his very own Panza
(gilligan), and apparently his own Dulcinea de Tobosa (by his
account......in fact many)...... .....and then of course the tilting at
windmills (not even world class sailors can compare to his (mis)adventures
aboard his fine yacht).

as i see it there are really only 2 possiblities for neal.
as you imply, he may simply be incredibily stupid .
yet something tells me otherwise:
more than likely this kind of complete stupidty and (dis)illusioned behavior
cannot occur without real effort and genius.

............although there are some here that genuinely come close.
very close.

gf.







"Scout" wrote in message
...
I think he is more like a Don Quixote gone wrong.
Scout

The good Capt is quite nicely embodied in the spirit of Don Quixote
especially as we near the 400th anniversary of such fine literature.

Despite the worn out horse and the tattered clothes he carried himself with
the air of nobility and the duty to serve the down trodden and fight evil.

Yes, we can find the good Capt in all that Don Quixote, Cyrano and Thoreau
represent! All principled men who pursued ideals and judged themselves by
their own standards.

You are all jealous of that spirit which is his and could have been yours.

Ay, and then?. . .
Seek a protector, choose a patron out,
And like the crawling ivy round a tree
That licks the bark to gain the trunk's support,
Climb high by creeping ruse instead of force?
No, grammercy! What! I, like all the rest
Dedicate verse to bankers?--play buffoon
In cringing hope to see, at last, a smile
Not disapproving, on a patron's lips?
Grammercy, no! What! learn to swallow toads?
--With frame aweary climbing stairs?--a skin
Grown grimed and horny,--here, about the knees?
And, acrobat-like, teach my back to bend?--
No, grammercy! Or,--double-faced and sly--
Run with the hare, while hunting with the hounds;
And, oily-tongued, to win the oil of praise,
Flatter the great man to his very nose?
No, grammercy! Steal soft from lap to lap,
--A little great man in a circle small,
Or navigate, with madrigals for sails,
Blown gently windward by old ladies' sighs?
No, grammercy! Bribe kindly editors
To spread abroad my verses? Grammercy!
Or try to be elected as the pope
Of tavern-councils held by imbeciles?
No, grammercy! Toil to gain reputation
By one small sonnet, 'stead of making many?
No, grammercy! Or flatter sorry bunglers?
Be terrorized by every prating paper?
Say ceaselessly, 'Oh, had I but the chance
Of a fair notice in the "Mercury"!'
Grammercy, no! Grow pale, fear, calculate?
Prefer to make a visit to a rhyme?
Seek introductions, draw petitions up?
No, grammercy! and no! and no again! But--sing?
Dream, laugh, go lightly, solitary, free,
With eyes that look straight forward--fearless voice!
To cock your beaver just the way you choose,--
For 'yes' or 'no' show fight, or turn a rhyme!
--To work without one thought of gain or fame,
To realize that journey to the moon!
Never to pen a line that has not sprung
Straight from the heart within. Embracing then
Modesty, say to oneself, 'Good my friend,
Be thou content with flowers,--fruit,--nay, leaves,
But pluck them from no garden but thine own!'
And then, if glory come by chance your way,
To pay no tribute unto Caesar, none,
But keep the merit all your own! In short,
Disdaining tendrils of the parasite,
To be content, if neither oak nor elm--
Not to mount high, perchance, but mount alone!

Gilligan



"gonefishiing" wrote in message
...
Scout,
you beat me too it by a few milli-seconds.

the comparision to cervante is perhaps very close to neal's presentation
of
the world.
complete with a worn out horse (a coronado 27), his very own Panza
(gilligan), and apparently his own Dulcinea de Tobosa (by his
account......in fact many)...... .....and then of course the tilting at
windmills (not even world class sailors can compare to his (mis)adventures
aboard his fine yacht).

as i see it there are really only 2 possiblities for neal.
as you imply, he may simply be incredibily stupid .
yet something tells me otherwise:
more than likely this kind of complete stupidty and (dis)illusioned
behavior
cannot occur without real effort and genius.

...........although there are some here that genuinely come close.
very close.

gf.







"Scout" wrote in message
...
I think he is more like a Don Quixote gone wrong.
Scout

you left out the part about "Don Quixote, gone wrong"

This particular personality is mean spirited, selfish, misogynistic, racist,
ostensibly mis-informed, over-reactive, defensive, insecure, and worst of
all, cowardly. He is nothing more than a blustering hot wind. He is not Don
Quixote afterall, he is the Cowardly Lion!

He is an invention, a cathartic adventure for some other here whose monogram
is a paper thin mask of civility.
Scout


"Gilligan" wrote in message
nk.net...
The good Capt is quite nicely embodied in the spirit of Don Quixote
especially as we near the 400th anniversary of such fine literature.

Despite the worn out horse and the tattered clothes he carried himself
with
the air of nobility and the duty to serve the down trodden and fight evil.

Yes, we can find the good Capt in all that Don Quixote, Cyrano and Thoreau
represent! All principled men who pursued ideals and judged themselves by
their own standards.

You are all jealous of that spirit which is his and could have been yours.

Ay, and then?. . .
Seek a protector, choose a patron out,
And like the crawling ivy round a tree
That licks the bark to gain the trunk's support,
Climb high by creeping ruse instead of force?
No, grammercy! What! I, like all the rest
Dedicate verse to bankers?--play buffoon
In cringing hope to see, at last, a smile
Not disapproving, on a patron's lips?
Grammercy, no! What! learn to swallow toads?
--With frame aweary climbing stairs?--a skin
Grown grimed and horny,--here, about the knees?
And, acrobat-like, teach my back to bend?--
No, grammercy! Or,--double-faced and sly--
Run with the hare, while hunting with the hounds;
And, oily-tongued, to win the oil of praise,
Flatter the great man to his very nose?
No, grammercy! Steal soft from lap to lap,
--A little great man in a circle small,
Or navigate, with madrigals for sails,
Blown gently windward by old ladies' sighs?
No, grammercy! Bribe kindly editors
To spread abroad my verses? Grammercy!
Or try to be elected as the pope
Of tavern-councils held by imbeciles?
No, grammercy! Toil to gain reputation
By one small sonnet, 'stead of making many?
No, grammercy! Or flatter sorry bunglers?
Be terrorized by every prating paper?
Say ceaselessly, 'Oh, had I but the chance
Of a fair notice in the "Mercury"!'
Grammercy, no! Grow pale, fear, calculate?
Prefer to make a visit to a rhyme?
Seek introductions, draw petitions up?
No, grammercy! and no! and no again! But--sing?
Dream, laugh, go lightly, solitary, free,
With eyes that look straight forward--fearless voice!
To cock your beaver just the way you choose,--
For 'yes' or 'no' show fight, or turn a rhyme!
--To work without one thought of gain or fame,
To realize that journey to the moon!
Never to pen a line that has not sprung
Straight from the heart within. Embracing then
Modesty, say to oneself, 'Good my friend,
Be thou content with flowers,--fruit,--nay, leaves,
But pluck them from no garden but thine own!'
And then, if glory come by chance your way,
To pay no tribute unto Caesar, none,
But keep the merit all your own! In short,
Disdaining tendrils of the parasite,
To be content, if neither oak nor elm--
Not to mount high, perchance, but mount alone!

Gilligan



"gonefishiing" wrote in message
...
Scout,
you beat me too it by a few milli-seconds.

the comparision to cervante is perhaps very close to neal's presentation
of
the world.
complete with a worn out horse (a coronado 27), his very own Panza
(gilligan), and apparently his own Dulcinea de Tobosa (by his
account......in fact many)...... .....and then of course the tilting at
windmills (not even world class sailors can compare to his
(mis)adventures
aboard his fine yacht).

as i see it there are really only 2 possiblities for neal.
as you imply, he may simply be incredibily stupid .
yet something tells me otherwise:
more than likely this kind of complete stupidty and (dis)illusioned
behavior
cannot occur without real effort and genius.

...........although there are some here that genuinely come close.
very close.

gf.







"Scout" wrote in message
...
I think he is more like a Don Quixote gone wrong.
Scout

More like Quasimodo....

"Scout" wrote in message
...
I think he is more like a Don Quixote gone wrong.
Scout

"Gilligan" wrote in message
ink.net...
The good Capt's fine blue water cruiser is simply a means to an end, not
the
end itself. The good Capt's posts should be judged on content. They are
congruent with Thoreau's writings. His method is much simpler, for it
consumes no paper, no middle man as did Thoreau's books. Thoreau did not
make his shovels,axes, etc.
Capt Neal is no slave to his property, his property offers no burden, for
it
is an extension of him.

Gilligan wrote:
The good Capt's fine blue water cruiser is simply a means to an end, not the
end itself.

Good thing, too.

So enlighten us further, what end is the Coronado 27 a means to?

Personally, I think the Coronado 27 is below average, certainly not the
mean(s).


... The good Capt's posts should be judged on content.

Agreed.

... They are
congruent with Thoreau's writings.

I disagree on that one. The Crapton's spewing is more like the bitter
ranting of a menial laborer who can neither accept his place in society
nor better himself.


Capt Neal is no slave to his property, his property offers no burden, for it
is an extension of him.


Agreed. Cheap and nasty.

DSK

"DSK" wrote in message

I disagree on that one. The Crapton's spewing is more like the bitter
ranting of a menial laborer who can neither accept his place in society
nor better himself.

Gosh How amazing..... that's a description which recently fits you to a
tee!

You must be moving up in the world Doug!

CM