East or West?

I despise both, and never leave the Greenwich Meridian.

The Númenoreans got us into this whole mess!

If I go any Farther East, I’ll be going west.

But the putz are smellier.

This should clear things up.

'Til I’m laid to rest
Always be depressed
There’s no life in the West
I know the East is the best
All the propaganda they spread
Tongues will have to confess

CMC fnord!

Years ago I was planning on moving to Hawaii. I was telling a postal worker about it, and he said “I’d hate it there! You can’t drive for more than twenty minutes without running into an ocean!”

Your point being? :dubious:

I’m in the eastern part of the western part of the northern part of the world.

Like a property description, it helps if you read that backwards.

“…and the wrong 'un I have chose…”

“world the of part northern the of part western the of part eastern the in I’m” :dubious:

Hmmm… I’m just NOT, “getting it”. :stuck_out_tongue:

Sorry, I just couldn’t resist!:smiley:

Keep studying. There is an exam Thursday.

The people who we bought our house from were named East. Our name is West. So the answer is “Both.”

West of west is my goal.

I’ve been to the East
I’ve been to the West
Now I’m stuck in the middle with you
And I’m wondering what it is I should do

Honey West of course.

Considering you’re trying to compare Oriental/Indian and Western cultures per Rudyard Kipling’s poem, both have their own merits:

East, to find perfect love.
West, to find perfect happiness.

East, to find perfect health.
West, to find perfect energy.

East, to find perfect loyalty and kinship.
West, to find perfect honour.

East, to find perfect food.
West, to find perfect nutrition.

East, to find perfect natural beauty.
West, to find perfect aesthetics, architecture and man-made creations.

East, to find perfect spirituality.
West, to find perfect real world knowledge.

I could go on and on…:slight_smile:

I’m going with the blessed olive tree that is neither of the east nor the west. I like olives.

When East meets West (by sea)

The yeast will rise, but only once.

I can’t let this go by without a punchline you’ve all heard a dozen times:

“Yeast is yeast and jest is jest, but never the Main shall tweet.”

Carry on.