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Capt Neal = Henry David Thoreau
Captain Neal is a modern day Thoreau.
I heartily accept the motto, "That government is best which governs least"; and I should like to see it acted up to more rapidly and systematically. Carried out, it finally amounts to this, which also I believe— "That government is best which governs not at all"; and when men are prepared for it, that will be the kind of government which they will have. They who know of no purer sources of truth, who have traced up its stream no higher, stand, and wisely stand, by the Bible and the Constitution, and drink at it there with reverence and humility; but they who behold where it comes trickling into this lake or that pool, gird up their loins once more, and continue their pilgrimage toward its fountain-head. * When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. o First lines * The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation. What is called resignation is confirmed desperation. * There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root. * The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? * There are nowadays professors of philosophy, but not philosophers. Yet it is admirable to profess because it was once admirable to live. To be a philosopher is not merely to have subtle thoughts, nor even to found a school, but so to love wisdom as to live according to its dictates, a life of simplicity, indepdendence, magnanimity, and trust. * I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. I would rather ride on earth in an ox cart, with a free circulation, than go to heaven in the fancy car of an excursion train and breathe a malaria all the way. The very simplicity and nakedness of man's life in the primitive ages imply this advantage, at least, that they left him still but a sojourner in nature. When he was refreshed with food and sleep, he contemplated his journey again. He dwelt, as it were, in a tent in this world, and was either threading the valleys, or crossing the plains, or climbing the mountain-tops. But lo! men have become the tools of their tools. The man who independently plucked the fruits when he was hungry is become a farmer; and he who stood under a tree for shelter, a housekeeper. We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven. We have adopted Christianity merely as an improved method of agriculture. We have built for this world a family mansion, and for the next a family tomb. The best works of art are the expression of man's struggle to free himself from this condition, but the effect of our art is merely to make this low state comfortable and that higher state to be forgotten. * A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone. * All poets and heroes, like Memnon, are the children of Aurora, and emit their music at sunrise. To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning. It matters not what the clocks say or the attitudes and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. * The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred millions to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive. I have never yet met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face? We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. * I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. Every man is tasked to make his life, even in its details, worthy of the contemplation of his most elevated and critical hour. * I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. * 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. * Be it life or death, we crave only reality. If we are really dying, let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel cold in the extremities; if we are alive, let us go about our business. Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars. I cannot count one. I know not the first letter of the alphabet. I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things. * My instinct tells me that my head is an organ for burrowing, as some creatures use their snout and fore paws, and with it I would mine and burrow my way through these hills. I think that the richest vein is somewhere hereabouts; so by the divining-rod and thin rising vapors I judge; and here I will begin to mine. |
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 |
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 |
... 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. Mooron wrote: Gosh How amazing..... that's a description which recently fits you to a tee! You must be moving up in the world Doug! Must be, I'm too fast a target for you to hit. When have I ever been bitter? As for bettering myself, it's still pretty easy and I'm doing it all the time! DSK |
"DSK" wrote in message Must be, I'm too fast a target for you to hit. When have I ever been bitter? As for bettering myself, it's still pretty easy and I'm doing it all the time! First off you have to be able to move quickly not to get hit... keep trying. As for bettering yourself... better late than never... and don't let the work load overwhelm you! The slightest movement.... even if it's in reverse... is progress. CM |
Ghost writers in the sky !
An old niche writer went ridin' out one dark and windy day, Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed partners he saw Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up his cloudy draws. Yipie i ay Yipie i oh Ghost writers in the sky His hands were still on fire and his drink of lemon peel His corns were black and shiny but their hot breath you could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky He saw the other writers coming hard... and he heard their mournful cry Yipie i ay Yipie i oh Ghost writers in the sky. His face is gaunt his eyes were blurred his shirts all soaked with sweat They're writing hard to catch that nerd but they 'aint caught him yet 'cause they've got to write forever in the range up in the sky On keyboards snorting fire as they write on he hears them cry Yipie i ay Yipie i oh Ghost writers in the sky. The writers leaned on by him he heard one call his name, If you want to save your soul from hell a writing on our range Then writer-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride Tryin' to catch a devil nerd.... a-cross these endless skies. Yipie i ay Yipie i oh Ghost writers in the sky. Ghost writers in the sky. Ghost writers in the sky. |
Goodness me, Scout, are the lowering NY winter skies numbing your
faculties? Usenet, from which nothing ever disappears, IS the new log. The world can know and judge one instantaneously. Though I admit: the world's instantaneous response can also give one cause to become posthumous. Scout wrote: snip 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 -- Flying Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera http://music.download.com/timfatchen |
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. |
"Flying Tadpole" wrote
[snip] The world can know and judge one instantaneously. and that's the pity of it! 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 |
Scout wrote:
"Flying Tadpole" wrote [snip] The world can know and judge one instantaneously. and that's the pity of it! Scout There IS no pity. There IS no justice. -- Flying Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner/sbhome.htm http://music.download.com/internetopera http://music.download.com/timfatchen |
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 |
"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
... Scout wrote: "Flying Tadpole" wrote [snip] The world can know and judge one instantaneously. and that's the pity of it! Scout There IS no pity. There IS no justice. I refuse to believe that you believe that! I have seen pity on this very site! I have felt pity here as well. As for justice ~ it is merely the last course at a fine banquet. Scout |
Scout wrote: 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 Name them!! Name them!! -- Salem Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera |
Scout wrote: "Flying Tadpole" wrote in message ... Scout wrote: "Flying Tadpole" wrote [snip] The world can know and judge one instantaneously. and that's the pity of it! Scout There IS no pity. There IS no justice. I refuse to believe that you believe that! I have seen pity on this very site! I have felt pity here as well. As for justice ~ it is merely the last course at a fine banquet. Scout I have seen pitiful things on this very site, true... -- Flying Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera |
There's someone here who's civil (besides you, that is)?
"Scout" wrote in message ... 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 |
Oh goody....can I do the torture part????
"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message ... Scout wrote: 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 Name them!! Name them!! -- Salem Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera |
Scout,
Spring will be here soon...maybe warmer weather will help... "Scout" wrote in message ... "Flying Tadpole" wrote in message ... Scout wrote: "Flying Tadpole" wrote [snip] The world can know and judge one instantaneously. and that's the pity of it! Scout There IS no pity. There IS no justice. I refuse to believe that you believe that! I have seen pity on this very site! I have felt pity here as well. As for justice ~ it is merely the last course at a fine banquet. Scout |
You _want_to be burnt????
katysails wrote: Oh goody....can I do the torture part???? "Flying Tadpole" wrote in message ... Scout wrote: 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 Name them!! Name them!! -- Salem Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera -- Flying Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera http://www.soundclick.com/flyingtadpolemusic.htm |
"Scout" wrote in message ... As for justice ~ it is merely the last course at a fine banquet. For you maybe. Here, ASA is merely a buffet and justice is usually served cold. Gilligan |
"Scout" wrote in message ... 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. Well, what if it be my vice, My pleasure to displease--to love men hate me! Ah, friend of mine, believe me, I march better 'Neath the cross-fire of glances inimical! How droll the stains one sees on fine-laced doublets, From gall of envy, or the poltroon's drivel! --The enervating friendship which enfolds you Is like an open-laced Italian collar, Floating around your neck in woman's fashion; One is at ease thus,--but less proud the carriage! The forehead, free from mainstay or coercion, Bends here, there, everywhere. But I, embracing Hatred, she lends,--forbidding, stiffly fluted, The ruff's starched folds that hold the head so rigid; Each enemy--another fold--a gopher, Who adds constraint, and adds a ray of glory; For Hatred, like the ruff worn by the Spanish, Grips like a vice, but frames you like a halo! He is not Don Quixote afterall, he is the Cowardly Lion! You can do better than that. He is an invention, a cathartic adventure for some other here whose monogram is a paper thin mask of civility. Explain your use of "monogram". You forgot to read the introduction or do you really believe that civility walks hand in hand with "not mincing words to spare the thin skinned or ignorant"? 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 |
ostensibly mis-informed, over-reactive, defensive, insecure, and worst of
all, cowardly. He is nothing more than a blustering hot wind. And those are his good points Gilligan wrote: Well, what if it be my vice, My pleasure to displease--to love men hate me! Ah, friend of mine, believe me, I march better 'Neath the cross-fire of glances inimical! How droll the stains one sees on fine-laced doublets, From gall of envy, or the poltroon's drivel! --The enervating friendship which enfolds you Is like an open-laced Italian collar, Floating around your neck in woman's fashion; One is at ease thus,--but less proud the carriage! The forehead, free from mainstay or coercion, Bends here, there, everywhere. But I, embracing Hatred, she lends,--forbidding, stiffly fluted, The ruff's starched folds that hold the head so rigid; Each enemy--another fold--a gopher, Who adds constraint, and adds a ray of glory; For Hatred, like the ruff worn by the Spanish, Grips like a vice, but frames you like a halo! My God, that was beautiful! I couldn't bear to snip any of it for brevity's sake. But aren't you mixing your metaphorical characters a bit too freely? I mean, Cyrano ne'er tilted any windbagmills no matter slow or fine they grind. DSK |
Silly wabbit....I want to be the burner, not the burnee...
"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message ... You _want_to be burnt???? katysails wrote: Oh goody....can I do the torture part???? "Flying Tadpole" wrote in message ... Scout wrote: 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 Name them!! Name them!! -- Salem Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera -- Flying Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera http://www.soundclick.com/flyingtadpolemusic.htm |
"Gilligan" wrote
Well, what if it be my vice, My pleasure to displease--to love men hate me! So sad ~ these words! Preemptive scorn is scorn of self and fear of self-worthlessness! Why does Captain Neal doubt himself so? He is not Don Quixote afterall, he is the Cowardly Lion! You can do better than that. How so? The Cowardly Lion is one of the most complex characters in literature! William Jennings Bryan was a right-winged, opinionated, blustering bully. He was smart and talented, but at best, history will remember him as a tragic hero; the primary cause of his own failure. He is an invention, a cathartic adventure for some other here whose monogram is a paper thin mask of civility. Explain your use of "monogram". You forgot to read the introduction or do you really believe that civility walks hand in hand with "not mincing words to spare the thin skinned or ignorant"? Simply this: CN is very likely a darker personna of some regular poster here who, having earned the respect of the group, does not feel free to expose his troglodytic tenets under that same name. Does *Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde* ring a bell? Scout |
"Flying Tadpole" wrote
Scout wrote: 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 Name them!! Name them!! Salem Tadpole I THINK YOU KNOW! Scout |
Which reminds me: Arthur Miller passed away last week and deserves a
mention. Scout "katysails" wrote in message ... Oh goody....can I do the torture part???? "Flying Tadpole" wrote in message ... Scout wrote: 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 Name them!! Name them!! -- Salem Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera |
I'm afraid there's a tad too much Viking in me to pull it off convincingly!
Scout "katysails" wrote in message ... There's someone here who's civil (besides you, that is)? "Scout" wrote in message ... 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 |
Scout,
You are the only poster here who is known to be civil or who has earned respect by most posters on the ng. See where this is going? "Scout" wrote in message ... "Gilligan" wrote Well, what if it be my vice, My pleasure to displease--to love men hate me! So sad ~ these words! Preemptive scorn is scorn of self and fear of self-worthlessness! Why does Captain Neal doubt himself so? He is not Don Quixote afterall, he is the Cowardly Lion! You can do better than that. How so? The Cowardly Lion is one of the most complex characters in literature! William Jennings Bryan was a right-winged, opinionated, blustering bully. He was smart and talented, but at best, history will remember him as a tragic hero; the primary cause of his own failure. He is an invention, a cathartic adventure for some other here whose monogram is a paper thin mask of civility. Explain your use of "monogram". You forgot to read the introduction or do you really believe that civility walks hand in hand with "not mincing words to spare the thin skinned or ignorant"? Simply this: CN is very likely a darker personna of some regular poster here who, having earned the respect of the group, does not feel free to expose his troglodytic tenets under that same name. Does *Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde* ring a bell? Scout |
Taddy...he's getting out the thumb screws...RUN!!!!!!
"Scout" wrote in message ... "Flying Tadpole" wrote Scout wrote: 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 Name them!! Name them!! Salem Tadpole I THINK YOU KNOW! Scout |
Turned any screws lately?
"Scout" wrote in message ... Which reminds me: Arthur Miller passed away last week and deserves a mention. Scout "katysails" wrote in message ... Oh goody....can I do the torture part???? "Flying Tadpole" wrote in message ... Scout wrote: 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 Name them!! Name them!! -- Salem Tadpole ------------------------- http://www.ace.net.au/schooner http://music.download.com/internetopera |
OK...here's the deal...you tell me who you think it is and I'll tell you if
you're right or not. "Scout" wrote in message ... I'm afraid there's a tad too much Viking in me to pull it off convincingly! Scout "katysails" wrote in message ... There's someone here who's civil (besides you, that is)? "Scout" wrote in message ... 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 |
"DSK" wrote in message . .. But aren't you mixing your metaphorical characters a bit too freely? I mean, Cyrano ne'er tilted any windbagmills no matter slow or fine they grind. DE GUICHE (who has controlled himself--smiling): Have you read 'Don Quixote'? CYRANO: I have! And doff my hat at th' mad knight-errant's name. DE GUICHE: I counsel you to study. . . A PORTER (appearing at back): My lord's chair! DE GUICHE: . . .The windmill chapter! CYRANO (bowing): Chapter the Thirteenth. DE GUICHE: For when one tilts 'gainst windmills--it may chance. . . CYRANO: Tilt I 'gainst those who change with every breeze? DE GUICHE: . . .That windmill sails may sweep you with their arm Down--in the mire!. . . CYRANO: Or upward--to the stars! |
"Scout" wrote in message ... "Gilligan" wrote Well, what if it be my vice, My pleasure to displease--to love men hate me! So sad ~ these words! Preemptive scorn is scorn of self and fear of self-worthlessness! Why does Captain Neal doubt himself so? Spark Notes (similar to Cliff's): Summary - Act II, scene viii Le Bret argues that Cyrano is ruining his chances of becoming a successful man or a famous poet. Cyrano says he will live according to his ideals and that he has no interest in making friends with unworthy men. Suddenly, Christian enters. Your interpretation is a bit different. Where does the difference come from? He is not Don Quixote afterall, he is the Cowardly Lion! You can do better than that. How so? The Cowardly Lion is one of the most complex characters in literature! William Jennings Bryan was a right-winged, opinionated, blustering bully. He was smart and talented, but at best, history will remember him as a tragic hero; the primary cause of his own failure. But the goos Capt is not a failure. Maybe an antihero as used in 20th century literature. He is an invention, a cathartic adventure for some other here whose monogram is a paper thin mask of civility. Explain your use of "monogram". You forgot to read the introduction or do you really believe that civility walks hand in hand with "not mincing words to spare the thin skinned or ignorant"? Simply this: CN is very likely a darker personna of some regular poster here who, having earned the respect of the group, does not feel free to expose his troglodytic tenets under that same name. Does *Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde* ring a bell? So who do you suspect is that person? Perhaps the Navigator? Scout |
No way.....and I know that for sure...
"Gilligan" wrote in message k.net... "Scout" wrote in message ... "Gilligan" wrote Well, what if it be my vice, My pleasure to displease--to love men hate me! So sad ~ these words! Preemptive scorn is scorn of self and fear of self-worthlessness! Why does Captain Neal doubt himself so? Spark Notes (similar to Cliff's): Summary - Act II, scene viii Le Bret argues that Cyrano is ruining his chances of becoming a successful man or a famous poet. Cyrano says he will live according to his ideals and that he has no interest in making friends with unworthy men. Suddenly, Christian enters. Your interpretation is a bit different. Where does the difference come from? He is not Don Quixote afterall, he is the Cowardly Lion! You can do better than that. How so? The Cowardly Lion is one of the most complex characters in literature! William Jennings Bryan was a right-winged, opinionated, blustering bully. He was smart and talented, but at best, history will remember him as a tragic hero; the primary cause of his own failure. But the goos Capt is not a failure. Maybe an antihero as used in 20th century literature. He is an invention, a cathartic adventure for some other here whose monogram is a paper thin mask of civility. Explain your use of "monogram". You forgot to read the introduction or do you really believe that civility walks hand in hand with "not mincing words to spare the thin skinned or ignorant"? Simply this: CN is very likely a darker personna of some regular poster here who, having earned the respect of the group, does not feel free to expose his troglodytic tenets under that same name. Does *Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde* ring a bell? So who do you suspect is that person? Perhaps the Navigator? Scout |
Scout, don't dispare... give it some time.
-- "j" ganz @@ www.sailnow.com "katysails" wrote in message ... Scout, You are the only poster here who is known to be civil or who has earned respect by most posters on the ng. See where this is going? "Scout" wrote in message ... "Gilligan" wrote Well, what if it be my vice, My pleasure to displease--to love men hate me! So sad ~ these words! Preemptive scorn is scorn of self and fear of self-worthlessness! Why does Captain Neal doubt himself so? He is not Don Quixote afterall, he is the Cowardly Lion! You can do better than that. How so? The Cowardly Lion is one of the most complex characters in literature! William Jennings Bryan was a right-winged, opinionated, blustering bully. He was smart and talented, but at best, history will remember him as a tragic hero; the primary cause of his own failure. He is an invention, a cathartic adventure for some other here whose monogram is a paper thin mask of civility. Explain your use of "monogram". You forgot to read the introduction or do you really believe that civility walks hand in hand with "not mincing words to spare the thin skinned or ignorant"? Simply this: CN is very likely a darker personna of some regular poster here who, having earned the respect of the group, does not feel free to expose his troglodytic tenets under that same name. Does *Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde* ring a bell? Scout |
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