a fool in the forest


  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
    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
    In good set terms and yet a motley

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

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

    Les Fleurs du Mal,

    [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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    December 06, 2004


    David Giacalone

    Happy Birthday, George!! Thanks for choosing to stay on our planet for almost half a century -- try to stick around a few more score of years. Please relay my thanks to your parents, too.

    Were you a twin, you could hint about birthdays without being self-referential. Thus, I get to say: "Thursday is my twin brother Arthur's 55th birthday; man, is he getting old."

    Meanwhile, what does a wine-lover choose to drink on his 50th birthday? You've got 12 months to figure it out.

    Cowtown Pattie

    Oops - I missed it! Happy belated birthday, you old Dactyl Devil, you!

    If it weren't 9:30 and my head too foggy, I would pen a line or two in your honor. But alas, tis the hour of brain death, and I am year and a half older than you.

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