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 09, 2004


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    David Giacalone

    Noh kiddin', this is too cool. Thank you very much, George, from all my wombmates.

    George Wallace

    You are most sincerely welcome, David, but what do wombats have to do with it?

    David Giacalone

    They were a Motown group that had a big hit on the day I was born -- something a Due Wop, Wop.

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