“His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix’d in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world ‘This was a man!’”
–Julius Caesar, Act 5, scene v
(By the way, I apologize for not being able to keep up. Hopefully I’ll be able to catch up, soon)
‘His ingnorance covered the whole world like a blanket and there was hardly a hole in it anywhere’
Mark Twain
quote:
Prov. 12:15-16 “The way of a fool is right in his own eyes…A fool’s wrath is presently known”
CT Yankee:
“…La Cote’s bad luck had begun with the very beginning of that trip; for the king’s fool had overthrown him on the first day…”
PS: how are you managing the trick with the horizontal rules?
Heh. Can I put 20 of them? Here’s one:
“Either it’s murder, or this library has a very strict overdue policy.” - Steve Crosetti, A Many Splendored Thing, Homicide: Life on the Street (hereafter known as H:LotS.)
Tim: I have a plan.
Frank: A plan?
Tim: Yeah. A very clever plan.
Frank: Bayliss has a clever plan.
Tim: Do you have a plan, Frank?
Frank: I admit it. I have no plan.
Munch: Let me explain.
Kay: No, let me explain. My personal life is off limits to the squad room, alright? I learned my lesson when I was dating Ed Danvers and you were the biggest sinner. Jokes, gossip…
Munch: I can’t disagree with you Kay. But that was the old me, the new me…
Kay: Is worse. Look, Munch, I know you may find this hard to accept, but I believe in secrets. I believe that we have to have truths about ourselves that we keep from our collegues, our neighbors, our loved ones. I don’t want any one person to know everything about me. I want you to have a few pieces of the puzzle, Gee, a few pieces, my sister, see?
Munch: Kay, everyday all we do is ferret out secrets. It’s our job.
Kay: Not today, Munchkin.
Tim: So does the violence make them stupid or does the stupidity lead to violence?
Munch: Well, that’s chicken and egg semantics. The important point is that we win some cases because our brains are repositories for intelligence and their brains are day-old banana pudding.
quote:
“His life was gentle, and the elements
So mix’d in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world ‘This was a man!’”
–Julius Caesar, Act 5, scene v
Adventures of Huckleberry Finn:
“Look at it, gentlemen and ladies all; take a-hold of it; shake it. There’s a hand that was the hand of a hog; but it ain’t so no more; it’s the hand of a man that’s started in on a new life, and’ll die before he’ll go back. You mark them words – don’t forget I said them. It’s a clean hand now; shake it – don’t be afeard.”
Frank: You know, everyday I get out of bed and drag myself to the next cup of coffee. I take a sip and the caffeine kicks in. I can focus my eyes again. My brain starts to order the day. I’m up, I’m alive. I’m ready to rock. But the time is coming when I wake up and decide that I’m not getting out of bed. Not for coffee, or food or sex. If it comes to me, fine. If it won’t, fine. No more expectations. The longer I live, the less I know. I should know more. I should know the coffee’s killing me. You’re suspicious of your suspicions? I’m jealous. I’m so jealous. You still have the heart to have doubts. Me? I’m going to lock up a 14 year old kid for what could be the rest of his natural life. I got to do this. This is my job. This is the deal. This is the law. This is my day. I have no doubts or suspicions about it. Heart has nothing to do with it anymore. It’s all in the caffeine.
“I’m proud of my pride.”
Well, don’t be like me. I just attempted to catch up, and then realized that I’d posted 6 times in a row. Not too classy. But here’s one more, then I’ll go away. I promise.
Kay: We don’t close this case, it’s on me. I should’ve know it wasn’t a suicide. I let the case get cold because I believed the worst of Beau. I believed he was capable of killing himself and ughhh, I hated him for that. For his being weak, selfish, everything I hated about him when we were partners. But with Beau, it was always when hating him the most, that he would turn around and do something incredibly, stupidly, sweet. Just got to hate him all the more. Don’t tell anyone I cried.
Confucius
The philosopher Tsang said, “I daily examine myself on three
points:-whether, in transacting business for others, I may have beennot faithful;-whether, in intercourse with riends, I may have been not sincere;-whether I may have not mastered and practiced the instructions of my teacher.”
I think I can resist no more- I’m in on this, and for my text, The Collected Works of Robert Service…
Hard as a log and trussed like a frog, with his arms and legs outspread.
I gazed at the coffin I’d brought for him,
and I gazed at the gruesome dead,
And at last I spoke: “Bill liked his joke; but still, goldarn his eyes,
A man had ought to consider his mates in the way he goes and dies.”
"Hard as a log and trussed like a frog, with his arms and legs outspread.
I gazed at the coffin I’d brought for him,
and I gazed at the gruesome dead,
And at last I spoke: “Bill liked his joke; but still, goldarn his eyes,
A man had ought to consider his mates in the way he goes and dies.”
~The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill, Robert Service
The Master said, “Fine words and an insinuating appearance are seldom associated with true virtue.”
Confucius
“I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did.
I grieved for his fate, and early and late I watched over him like a kid.
I gave him excuse, I bore his abuse in every way that I could;
I swore to prevail; I camped on his trail;
I plotted and planned for his good.
By day and by night I strove in men’s sight to gather him into the fold,
With precept and prayer, with hope and despair,
in hunger and hardship and cold.
I followed him into Gehennas of sin, I sat where the sirens sit;
In the shade of the Pole, for the sake of his soul,
I strove with the powers of the Pit.
I shadowed him down to the scrofulous town;
I dragged him from dissolute brawls;
But I killed the galoot when he started to shoot electricity into my walls.”
~The Ballad of Pious Pete, Robert Service
Although from godly grace I fall,
For sensed with sin my every act is,
'Twere better not to preach at all,
Then I would have no need to practice.
So Sabbath day I’ll sneak away,
And though the Church grieve my defection,
In sunny woodland I will pray:
“God save us from Perfection!”
~Perfection, Robert Service; Carols of an Old Codger
Sorry, folks, away for a 3 day SCA event, June Crown.
Prov:27:10 “Thine own Friend, and thy father’s friend, forsaketh not…”
Prov26:1 “As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so honour is not seemly for a fool”
Eccl.7:1 “A Good name is better than precious ointment; and the day of daeth better than the day of ones birth”