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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    October 07, 2005


    David Giacalone

    Yippee! George is back!! Time for a shoot-out at the Horse Stud Court corral.

    Cowtown Pattie

    I am stumped on this post title...organic bromine? Worth its weight in gold?

    Thanks for the mention, my Fine Fool!

    George Wallace

    Dear me, Miz Pattie, I mustn't go around sowing perplexity, must I?

    The title of this post is meant to indicate that this is Edition 12 of those posts that I designate as "TW3". That coinage was last explained in a footnote back in May, in Edition 7 of the series.

    Cowtown Pattie

    That Was The Week That Was! I fergot about that! Blonde moment, ya know.

    George Wallace

    Yesirree, it is just all about that old-timey TV around these weblogs lately.

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