a fool in the forest

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  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
        forest,
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
        terms,
    In good set terms and yet a motley
        fool.

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards
        familiers.

    Les Fleurs du Mal,
    “Correspondances”

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7


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    March 29, 2004

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    David Giacalone

    Thank you for reminding me about living through the 1987 D.C.-cicada festival (I moved to upstate NY in 1988). My Bethesda neighborhood, right on the N.W. D.C. line, was teeming with the little buggers. At the time, the racket and basic "ickiness" of the experience impressed me more than the rare beauty of the process (I had not yet learned to appreciate haiku moments). The infestation definitely made lawn mowing interesting.

    Speaking of swarming, if the gnats in D.C. would show up every 17 years, the District would be far more pleasant in the summer. You probably did not know that the former Washington 'Nats baseball team had been named for D.C.'s unofficial "bird."

    David Giacalone

    Part II: George, there just might be a GHWB connection to my 1987 cicada experience in D.C. Right after I had a roof deck erected on the rear of my house, I was visited by two square-jawed, athletic-looking, very cleancut young gentlemen who identified themselves as government agents. It was clear they needed to assure themselves that I was not some kind of radical, un(non)American menace (despite sorta looking like one). Shortly thereafter, a very official-looking motorcade parked in the driveway of my backdoor neighbor.

    I then learned that the husband of the nice couple who lived behind me was chief intelligence advisor to GHWB, having also been deputy director at GHWB's former agency. From then on, I made no sudden moves when on my roof deck. Next thing I knew, however, the cicadas arrived. Hmmmmm. (Please burn this message after reading it.)

    Tim Hulsey

    The District is again expected to be invaded by "billions" of the exotic, thrumming bewinged beasties.

    Lobbyists?

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