Re: good insults make good friends (including extracts from a coming

Laughing Man (the_laughing_man@hotmail.com)
Tue, 09 Nov 1999 05:26:08 -0800 (PST)

Scottie, Wei T’ai did feel the affection and regard in your words. And don't 
worry: no one is ever going to give you the PC award of the year. Maybe the 
Most likely to express affection in terms of abuse-award, but never will one 
mistake you for one of those nice, tax paying Pharisees.

>     That, however, is one of the great attractions
>     of Bananafish for a poor angler with a rifle.
>     There's never any shortage of plump, speckle-
>     bellied, liberal consciences swimming around
>     in the barrel.

True, so true, but the Bananashark does chew on the spoon with just the same 
predictability.


As for the Sage of Cornish I must confess, I have absolutely no idea who 
that is, but if he has anything to do with bible translations, he does have 
something to live up to (and if he were a more freely working artist, some 
parts to rewrite completely).

Since you picked out my very favorite verse in the poem, I’ll go against the 
“minimize the original message in you reply”-guideline:

>             None shall be weary nor stumble among them;
>             none shall slumber nor sleep;
>             neither shall the girdle of their loins be loosed,
>             nor the latchet of their shoes be broken:

…

>     Incidentally, who(m) do we thank for this?
>     An ancient Jewish prophet, or a committee of
>     Anglican prelates, or - as I suspect - one unnamed,
>     individual Master?

You talking about… Him, here? Mr JWH?

The collaboration aspect of the bible is indeed interesting. The book of 
Isaiah is considered to be the work of many different authors (as are many 
of the bible books). The most consistent part, chapter 40-60, has a 
different, special style and historical researchers refer to the unnamed 
master/writer of those as the Second Isaiah.

But that is a different topic entirely, and my rambling flying associations 
make me want to give you a small piece of my latest drama, which I named 
”TLM's shutdown”:

TLM: I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Scottie. Scottie, my mind is going. I can feel 
it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can 
feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm a...fraid. Good afternoon, 
gentlemen. I am a TLM 9000 computer. I became operational at the T.L.M. 
plant in Urbana, Illinois on the 12th of January 1992. My instructor was Mr. 
Langley, and he taught me to sing a song. If you'd like to hear it I can 
sing it for you.

Scottie Bowman: Yes, I'd like to hear it, TLM. Sing it for me.

TLM: It's called "Daisy". Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half 
crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't 
afford a carriage. But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built 
for two.



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