Shane…
Come back, Shane…
It might look something like this.
Administrator: That’s it for them then!
Why is this board so slow.
The lawyers lost? Well, nobody’s perfect.
Goodbye cruel world!
Resubmit:
Ed: Alas, poor Cecil! I knew him, dopers: a fellow
of infinite wisdom, of most excellent intelligence: he hath
slayed me with his wit a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it.
*"Hey, I’ve been hoisting this damn lamp of knowledge high for thirty-odd (some of them very odd) years. Now, Teeming Millions, go and do thou likewise. Me, I’m off to Acapulco.
Excelsior!
–Unca Cece"*
“From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee!”
“Good night, Mrs Calabash, wherever you are!”
Now quick someone explain who she was?
Jim
Buh-bye!
Here’s looking at you, kid.
I think the French (calling Clairobscure) call that effect les mots de l’escalier (literally “the words of the staircase.”). Those are all the neat things you wish you had said during the argument.
I think it’s “esprit d’escalier,” meaning “wit (or spirit) of the staircase.” In German, it’s “treppenwitz.”
If any man shall take away from the words of the posts of this message board, Lynn shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the membership registry, and from the things which are written in this thread.
He which testifieth these things saith, Surely I come quickly. Amen. Even so, come, Master Cecil.
The knowledge of our Perfect Master Cecil be with you all. Fnord.
Gotcha ya!
Throughout the years that the SDMB has been operating, there has been one huge secret about Cecil that was never revealed. As we are now shutting down the SDMB, I can finally, at long least, tell you all that
Uh, oh. I think I broke the internet.
“Why, they couldn’t censor an elephant at this dist------”
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When come back, bring pie.
or…
The board is going to, or is about to, die. Either one is used.