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'MENS SANE' &c ('little sacred sausages' hoo boy not making that joke) (older Loeb has 'presaging sausages,' even better)
— Jun 30, 2010 09:38PM
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Aww that's sad, it just dies out like Die Kunst der Fuge.
— Jul 07, 2010 08:43PM
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....okay, I really don't think the Egyptians worshiped leeks and onions. Could be entirely wrong.
— Jul 07, 2010 08:12PM
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And now, CANNIBALS. Sadly I don't think there are zombies.
— Jul 07, 2010 05:56PM
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Using the last of our cool weather to finish up (it is 75 out there WTFF) before diving into Soulless.
— Jul 07, 2010 12:58AM
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Ah, so Decime won't be down at the bar watching the World Cup, then.
— Jul 06, 2010 03:17AM
Moira
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satire ELEVEN. Dearly hope there is no buggery with a mullet or stringy little pricks staying limp and sickly all night long in this one.
— Jun 30, 2010 09:47PM
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'And though the powers of his mind be strong as ever, yet must he carry forth his sons to burial; he must behold the funeral pyres of his beloved wife and his brothers, and urns filled with the ashes of his sisters. Such are the penalties of the long liver: he sees calamity after calamity befall his house, he lives in a world of sorrow, he grows old amid continual lamentation and in the garb of woe'
— Jun 30, 2010 09:12PM
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....altho come to think on it, that's just like him anyway. 'You took me seriously! It was a joke at the end of a bunch of jokes!....that's the only real way to make a point. Therefore let no man talk to me of other expedients: Of taxing our absentees at five shillings a pound: Of using neither cloaths, nor houshold furniture, except what is of our own growth and manufacture: Of utterly rejecting the materials and instruments that promote foreign luxury: Of curing the expensiveness of pride, vanity, idleness, and gaming in our women: Of introducing a vein of parsimony, prudence and temperance: Of learning to love our country, wherein we differ even from Laplanders, and the inhabitants of Topinamboo &c &c &c'
Ask for a valiant heart which has banished the fear of death,
which looks upon the length of days as one of the least of nature's gifts;
which is able to suffer every kind of hardship,
is proof against anger, craves for nothing, and reckons the trials
and gruelling labours of Hercules as more desirable blessings
than the amorous ease and the banquets and cushions of Sardanapallus.
The things that I recommend you can grant to yourself. It is certain
that the tranquil life can be reached only by the path of goodness.'
That....is markedly less convincing when preceded by 355 lines of virtuoso snark.