Subject: Bio # 15
Omlor@aol.com
Date: Mon Oct 08 2001 - 06:42:20 GMT
Hey Rocky, watch me pull an autobiography out of my hat...
Again?
Nothin' up my sleeve....
I should not dare to tell my story. A great deal of it I do not yet
understand. How much of it is incomplete. In my strait and decorous way of
living, native to my family and to my country, and more strictly proper to
me, is nothing extravagant or flowing. I content myself with moderate,
languid actions and never transgress the staidness of villager manners.
Herein I consult the poorness of my powers. More culture would come out of
great virtues and vices perhaps, but I am not up to that. Shoould I obey an
irregular impulse, and establish every new relation that my fancy prompted
with the men and women I see, I should not be followed by my faculties; they
would play me false in making their very suggestions. They delight in
inceptions but they warrant nothing else. I see very well the beauty of
sincerity, and tend that way, but if I should obey the impulse so far as to
say to my fashionable acquaintance, "you are a coxcomb, -- I dislike your
manners -- I pray you avoid my sight," -- I should not serve him nor me, and
still less the truth; I should act quite unworthy of the truth, for I could
not carry out the declaration with a sustained, even-minded frankness and
love, which alone could save such a speech from rant and absurdity.
We must tend ever to the good life.
Whoops, that *SURE* ain't me. Have to respect the dignity of that hat,
though.
Now here's something we hope you'll *really* like...
--John
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