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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    March 12, 2012


    Susan Scheid

    I am very late to arrive here, but enjoyed every moment of my stay (including some very tasty links, those re Ribemont-Dessaignes, about whom I probably should have known, but did not, among them). From what I've read about LBO here, I would venture "not at all" to your first comment on the likelihood of performance elsewhere, and more's the pity. Another thoroughly enjoyable review.

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