Clinging to our average day
Martha Bridegam
it?
Have just been flipping through early-war-years Orwell & finding that he
published "Charles Dickens," "Boys' Weeklies," and "Inside the Whale,"
in March 1940.
I never really thought about that timing before. It means those essays
were quite a contribution to keeping humane thoughts alive in ugly
times.
/MAB
Paul Sebastianelli
Martha Bridegam wrote in message <3B9E7A12...@pacbell.net>...
In the interest of keeping my day average, and in
the spirit of Martha's thoughts, I'll share some
great literature.
There is the theory that one can judge whether
a novel is worth reading from the first line, and
certainly for me the first line is often a harbinger of
great promise. Orwell did pretty good with "Clock's
striking thirteen" bit. Here are some of my favourites:
"All this happened, more or less."
-Kurt Vonnegut, _Slaughterhouse Five_
"Probably I was in the war."
-Norman Mailer, _Barbary Shore_
"I was never so amazed in my life as when the Sniffer
drew the concealed weapon from its case and struck
me to the ground, stone dead."
-Robertson Davies, _Murther and Walking Spirits_
"To the red country and part of the gray country the last
rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth."
-John Steinbeck, _The Grapes of Wrath_
"'And so they've killed our Ferdinand,' said the charwoman
to Mr Svejk, who had left military service years before, after
having been finally certified by an army medical board as an
imbecile, and now lived by selling dogs - ugly, mongrel
montrosities whose pedigrees he forged."
-Jaroslav Hasek, _The Good Soldier Svejk and His Fortunes
in the World War_
"Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel
Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon
when his father took him to discover ice."
-Gabriel Garcia Marquez, _One Hundred Years Solitude_.
And one that I can't help but think of today:
"The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere
towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and
delicate as silver rods."
-Sinclair Lewis, _Babbit_
paul.
Bayle
<cMIn7.29383$%N2.14...@news20.bellglobal.com>...
> And one that I can't help but think of today:
> "The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere
> towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and
> delicate as silver rods."
> -Sinclair Lewis, _Babbit_
Thanks.
Tom Deveson
>There is the theory that one can judge whether
>a novel is worth reading from the first line, and
>certainly for me the first line is often a harbinger of
>great promise. Orwell did pretty good with "Clock's
>striking thirteen" bit. Here are some of my favourites:
Thanks, Paul.
In that spirit, here's a couple more:
It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with
my catamite, when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.
[Anthony Burgess, *Earthly Powers*]
'Take my camel, dear,' said my aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this
animal on her return from High Mass.
[Rose Macaulay, *The Towers of Trebizond*]
And, of course:
London. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in
Lincoln's Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the
streets, as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the
earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet
long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill...
OK, slightly more than the first line, but still instant electricity
even on the twentieth reading.
Tom
--
Tom Deveson
Tom Deveson
>This is as good a time as any to keep talking about literature, isn't
>it?
OK, I'll just add what I had intended to write yesterday.
I was in Soho (past Hazlitt's house and Marx's house) meeting my
brother, and then came down the Charing Cross Road, so I thought I'd go
in the National Portrait Gallery and ask about Orwell pictures.
They are currently between curators for the 20th century -- the new one
starts work in October -- but I had a very helpful talk with the curator
for the 18th century.
She explained Gallery policy. They prefer to have pictures of subjects
showing them during their time of activity at whatever it was that made
them famous. They have no objection to photographs. They prefer not to
have posthumous paintings, though not a fundamental objection to them --
so, for example, something like Peter Blake's picture on the front of
the 1965 Penguin *Decline of the English Murder* wouldn't be ruled out.
And they're happy to hear from members of the public who want to lobby
on behalf of subjects or provide information about pictures. She
suggested I contact the new curator for the 20th century when she's got
her feet under the table in October, and talk about Orwell. So I guess I
will. I don't know of any paintings or drawings, but they really should
have a few more photos in there.
I rode my bike down Whitehall and saw that there seemed to be more
police than usual outside Downing Street. Then I got home and put the
news on and began to think about something different.
Tom
--
Tom Deveson
Martha Bridegam
Tom Deveson wrote:
> Paul Sebastianelli writes
> >There is the theory that one can judge whether
> >a novel is worth reading from the first line, and
> >certainly for me the first line is often a harbinger of
> >great promise. Orwell did pretty good with "Clock's
> >striking thirteen" bit. Here are some of my favourites:
>
> Thanks, Paul.
>
> In that spirit, here's a couple more:...
<snipping camels, catamites, wigs, bags, gammon and spinach>
"On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays it was Court Hand and Summulae
Logicales, while the rest of the week it was the Organon, Repetition and
Astrology. The governess was always getting muddled with her astrolabe,
and when she got specially muddled she would take it out of the Wart by
rapping his knuckles..."
T.H. White, "The Once And Future King"
"The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead
channel."
William Gibson, "Neuromancer"
"In that place, where they tore the nightshade and blackberry patches from
their roots to make room for the Medallion City Golf Course, there was
once a neighborhood."
Toni Morrison, "Sula"
c/o MAB
Chris Pando
<p.se...@sympatico.ca> wrote:
... usenet bris ...
In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that
looked across the river and the plain to the mountains.
_ A Farewell to Arms_, by Hemingway
A screaming comes across the sky.
_Gravity's Rainbow_, by Thomas Pynchon
The first time I laid eyes on Terry Lennox he was drunk in a Rolls
Royce Silver Wraith outside the terrace of The Dancers.
_The Long Goodbye_, by Raymond Chandler
Once when I was six years old I saw a magnificent picture in a book,
called True Stories From Nature, about a primeval forest.
_The Little Prince_, by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
They're out there.
_One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest_, by Ken Kesey
A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories.Over the main
entrance the words, Central London Hatchery and Conditioning Centre,
and, in a shield, the World State's motto, Community, Identity,
Stability.
_Brave New World_, by Aldous Huxley
We are somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the
drugs begin to take hold.
_Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas_, by Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself in a dark
wood where the straight way was lost.
_The Divine Comedy_, by Dante
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its
own way.
_Anna Karenin_, by Leo Tolstoy
... and last, and most certainly least:
What can you say about a twenty-four-year-old girl who died?
_Love Story_, by Erich Segal
Chris
--
Martha Bridegam
Chris Pando wrote:
> On Wed, 12 Sep 2001 08:41:10 -0400, "Paul Sebastianelli"
> <p.se...@sympatico.ca> wrote:
>
> ... usenet bris ...
>
<snip, snip...>
"Don Benedetto, sitting on the low garden wall in the shadow of a
cypress, was reading his breviary."
Ignazio Silone, *Bread And Wine*
"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the
Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun."
Douglas Adams, *The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy*.
(Damn, I've just finally managed to cry.)
/MAB
ROBBIE
Chris Pando <spam...@pando.org> wrote in message
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Gene Zitver
><snip, snip...>
>
>"Don Benedetto, sitting on the low garden wall in the shadow of a
>cypress, was reading his breviary."
>
>Ignazio Silone, *Bread And Wine*
>
>
>
>"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the
>Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun."
>
>Douglas Adams, *The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy*.
"You know how it is there early in the morning in Havana with the bums still
asleep against the walls of the buildings; before even the ice wagons come by
with ice for the bars?''
_To Have and Have Not_, Hemingway's interesting effort at a class-conscious
novel.
>(Damn, I've just finally managed to cry.)
I think that's what most of us are doing today, inwardly or outwardly.
Gene
Martha Bridegam
Gene Zitver wrote:
"On they went, singing 'Rest Eternal,' and whenever they stopped, their feet,
the horses, and the gusts of wind seemed to carry on their singing."
Boris Pasternak, *Doctor Zhivago*
"Except for the Marabar Caves -- and they are twenty miles off -- the city of
Chandrapore presents nothing extraordinary."
E.M. Forster, *A Passage To India*
"He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's
halfway hopeful."
Don DeLillo, *Underworld*
"It was the hour of twilight on a soft spring day toward the end of April in the
year of Our Lord 1929, and George Webber leaned his elbows on the sill of his
back window and looked out at what he could see of New York."
Thomas Wolfe, *You Can't Go Home Again* (Familiar cadence, isn't it? First
copyright 1934, and no, it's not in the Orwell Complete Works index.)
/MAB
Joe Fineman
to the night streets; feet are tired from hours of walking; eyes
greedy for warm curve of faces, answering flicker of eyes, the set
of a head, the lift of a shoulder, the way hands spread and clench;
blood tingles with wants; mind is a beehive of hopes buzzing and
stinging; muscles ache for the knowledge of jobs, for the
roadmender's pick and shovel work, the fisherman's knack with ahook
when he hauls on the slithery net from the rail of the lurching
trawler, the swing of the bridgeman's arm as he slings down the
whitehot rivet, the engineer's slow grip on the throttle, the
dirtfarmer's use of his whole body when, whoaing the mules, he yanks
the plow from the furrow.
-- John Dos Passos, _The Big Money_
"All right. He's dead. Go ahead and talk to him."
-- Greg Egan, _Distress_
An author ought to consider himself, not as a gentleman who gives a
private or eleemosynary treat, but rather as one who keeps a public
ordinary, at which all persons are welcome for their money.
-- Fielding, _Tom Jones_
A six-foot-tall, yellow-haired whore from Mississippi was the most
successful revolutionary of the Second War.
-- William Bradford Huie, _The Revolt of Mamie Stover_
You don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of
_The Adventures of Tom Sawyer_; but that ain't no matter. That book
was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly.
-- _Huckleberry Finn_
The female of the species vanished on the afternoon of the second
Tuesday of February at four minutes and fifty-two secons past four
o'clock, Eastern Standard Time.
-- Philip Wylie, _The Disappearance_
What was the connection between the gutting of the Ministry of
Education and the attempt on the life of the Chairman of the T.U.C.?
-- Michael Young, _The Rise of the Meritocracy: 1870-2033_
In the second century of the Christian era, the Empire of Rome
comprehended the fairest part of the earth, and the most civilized
portion of mankind.
-- Gibbon
The land of Egypt is six hundred miles long, and is bounded by two
ranges of naked limestone hills which sometimes approach, and
sometimes retire from each other, leaving between them an average
breadth of seven miles. On the north they widen and disappear,
giving place to a marshy meadow plain which extends to the
Mediterranean Coast. On the south they are no longer of limestone,
but of granite; they narrow to a point; they close in till they
almost touch; and through the mountain gate so formed, the river
Nile leaps with a roar into the valley, and runs due north towards
the sea.
-- Winwood Reade, _The Martyrdom of Man_
--
--- Joe Fineman j...@TheWorld.com
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Greg-Orang-utan
Paul Sebastianelli wrote in message ...
>
>
>There is the theory that one can judge whether
>a novel is worth reading from the first line, and
>certainly for me the first line is often a harbinger of
>great promise.
I found the following to be very beautiful, especially nos. 5 and 7; these
are the 10 winners of this year's Bulwer Lytton contest (run by
the English Dept of San Jose State University), wherein one writes only
the first line of a genuinely bad novel.
10) "As a scientist, Throckmorton knew that if he were ever to break
wind in the echo chamber he would never hear the end of it."
9) "Just beyond The Narrows the river widens."
8) "With a curvaceous figure that Venus would have envied, a tanned,
unblemished oval face framed with lustrous thick brown hair, deep
azure-blue eyes fringed with long black lashes, perfect teeth that vied
for competition, and a small straight nose, Marilee had a beauty that
defied description."
7) "Andre, a simple peasant, had only one thing on his mind as he crept
along the East wall: "Andre creep... Andre creep... Andre creep."
6) "Stanislaus Smedley, a man always on the cutting edge of narcissism,
was about to give his body and soul to a back alley sex change surgeon
to become the woman he loved."
5) "Although Sarah had an abnormal fear of mice, it did not keep her
from eking out a living at a local pet store.
4) "Stanley looked quite bored and somewhat detached, but then penguins
often do."
3) "Like an overripe beefsteak tomato rimmed with cottage cheese, the
corpulent remains of Santa Claus lay dead on the hotel floor."
2) "Mike Hardware was the kind of private eye who didn't know the
meaning of the word "fear," a man who could laugh in the face of danger
and spit in the eye of death - in short, a moron with suicidaltendencies.
THE WINNER...
1) "The sun oozed over the horizon, shoved aside darkness, crept along
the greensward, and, with sickly fingers, pushed through the castle
window, revealing the pillaged princess, hand at throat, crown asunder,
gaping in frenzied horror at the sated, sodden amphibian lying beside
her, disbelieving the magnitude of the frog's deception, screaming
madly, "You lied!"
Martha Bridegam
Greg-Orang-utan wrote:
> <snipping the rest of it>....
>
> gaping in frenzied horror at the sated, sodden amphibian lying beside
> her, disbelieving the magnitude of the frog's deception, screaming
> madly, "You lied!"
Ugh.
Thanks for several good laughs.
More opening lines:
"At sunrise on a first of April, there appeared, suddenly as Manco Capac at
the lake Titicaca, a man in cream-colours, at the waterside in the city of
Saint Louis."
Herman Melville, *The Confidence-Man*
"The old woman remembered a swan she had bought many years ago in Shanghai
for a foolish sum. This bird, boasted the market vendor, was once a duck that
stretched its neck in hopes of becoming a goose, and now look! -- it is too
beautiful to eat."
Amy Tan, *The Joy Luck Club*
/MAB
ROBBIE
Martha Bridegam <brid...@pacbell.net> wrote in message
news:3BA10C31...@pacbell.net...
good ones. I like:
"When Guy Crouchback's grandparents, Gervase and Hermione, came to Italy on
their honeymoon, French troops manned the defences of Rome, the Sovereign
Pontiff drove out in an open carriage and Cardinals took their excercise
side-saddle on the Pincian Hill."
Evelyn Waugh, Men at Arms
>
> /MAB
>
>
Martha Bridegam
ROBBIE wrote:
> "When Guy Crouchback's grandparents, Gervase and Hermione, came to Italy on
> their honeymoon, French troops manned the defences of Rome, the Sovereign
> Pontiff drove out in an open carriage and Cardinals took their excercise
> side-saddle on the Pincian Hill."
>
> Evelyn Waugh, Men at Arms
"I confess that when first I made acquaintance with Charles Strickland I never
for a moment discerned that there was in him anything out of the ordinary. Yet
now few will be found to deny his greatness. I do not speak of that greatness
which is achieved by the fortunate politician or the successful soldier; that
is a quality which belongs to the place he occupies rather than to the man; and
a change of circumstances reduces it to very discreet proportions. The Prime
Minister out of office is seen, too often, to have been but a pompous
rhetorician, and the General without an army is but the tame hero of a market
town. The greatness of Charles Strickland was authentic. It may be that you
do not like his art, but at all events you can hardly refuse it the tribute of
your interest...."
W. Somerset Maugham, *The Moon And Sixpence*
/MAB
Gene Zitver
broken; the one next to it was bent so that to have to sit on it was a sort of
punishment. If Dobbs deserved punishment, or if this punishment was being
inflicted upon him unjustly, as most punishments are, such a thought did not
enter his head at this moment. He would have noticed that he was sitting
uncomfortably only if somebody had asked him if he was comfortable. Nobody, of
course, bothered to question him."
B. Traven, _The Treasure of the Sierra Madre_
c/o Gene
Paul Sebastianelli
Martha Bridegam wrote in message <3BA117E1...@pacbell.net>...
Now you're cheating, Martha. That's much more than one line.
Here's some more:
"Many years have gone by, years of war and of what men call
History."
-Carlo Levi, _Christ Stopped at Eboli_
"Upon waking this cold, gray morning from a troubled sleep,
I realizedfor the hundredth time, but this time with deep conviction,
that my words and behavior towards you were disrespectful, and
rude and selfish as well."
-Russell Banks, _Cloudsplitter_
There is also Norman Mailer's short story "It,"
transcribed here in it's entirety:
"We were going through the barbed-wire when a
machine gun started. I kept walking until I saw my head
lying on the ground.
'My God, I'm dead,' my head said.
And my body fell over."
Isn't there a character in _The Plague_ who is trying to
write a novel one word at a time?
paul.
Tom Deveson
>More opening lines:
>
>"At sunrise on a first of April, there appeared, suddenly as Manco Capac at
>the lake Titicaca, a man in cream-colours, at the waterside in the city of
>Saint Louis."
>
>Herman Melville, *The Confidence-Man*
<and more>
Thanks for those.
Just a few more:
'All the time the wind was south-west you were deadly keen on seals.'
[Christopher Isherwood *All the Conspirators*]
We were all sitting over at the Port Arthur and Benno said, 'Well, it
looks like the revolution's been postponed for a while.'
[Josef Skvorecky *The Cowards*]
'I am dying,' said William Wagner Bird on the night of August 13th,
turning his face towards the wall for privacy, sighing at the little
bunches of forget-me-not on the wallpaper.
[William Trevor *The Boarding House*]
Given a little money, education and social standing, plus of course the
necessary leisure, any man with any style at all can make a mess of his
love life.
[Pete de Vries *Reuben, Reuben*]
S. Levin, formerly a drunkard, after a long and tiring transcontinental
journey, got off the train at Marathon, Cascadia, towards evening of the
last Sunday in August, 1950.
[Bernard Malamud * A New Life*]
DOCTOR, The pills are good for nothing -- I might as well swallow
snowballs to cool my reins -- I have told you over and over how hard I
am to move; and at this time of day, I ought to know something of my own
constitution.
[Tobias Smollett *Humphry Clinker*]
The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing
at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the
end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up.
[GK Chesterton *The Napoleon of Notting Hill*]
There is no rule against carrying binoculars in the National Gallery
[Julian Barnes *Metroland*]
I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they
were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about
when they begot me; had they duly consider'd how much depended upon what
they were then doing; -- that not only the production of a rational
Being was concern'd in it, but that possibly the happy formation and
temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his
mind; -- and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of
his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions
which were then uppermost: -- Had they duly weighed and considered all
this, and proceeded accordingly, -- I am verily persuaded I should have
made a quite different figure in the world, from that in which the
reader is likely to see me.
[Laurence Sterne *Tristram Shandy*]
I like those few minutes before seven o' clock at night, when, as a
young wife, with rags and a crumpled copy of the newspaper National
Politics, I clean the glass cylinders of the lamps, with a match I rub
off the blackened ends of the burnt wicks, I put the brass caps back,
and at seven o' clock precisely that wonderful moment comes when the
brewery machinery ceases to function, and the dynamo pumping the
electric current around to all the places where the light bulbs shine,
the dynamo starts to turn more slowly, and as the electricity weakens,
so does the light from the bulbs, slowly the white light grows pink and
the pink light grey, filtered through crape and organdie, till the
tungsten filaments project red rachitic fingers at the ceiling, a red
violin key.
[Bohumil Hrabal *The Little Town Where Time Stood Still*]
One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored
on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away.
[Willa Cather *O Pioneers!*]
When the shower of shit, which he welcomed, spattered over his chest and
belly Professor Pfeidwengeler was thinking of his worst enemy, Dr Ruth
Neumark.
[Timothy Mo *Brownout on Breadfruit Boulevard*]
The ducks swam through the drawing-room windows.
[Barbara Comyns *Who was Changed and Who was Dead]
In the morning Cathy McPherson put three soft-boiled eggs outside Benny
Catchprice's door and in the afternoon she fired him from the Spare
Parts Department.
[Peter Carey *The Tax Inspector*]
The wind, coming to the city from far away, brings it unusual gifts,
noticed by only a few sensitive souls, such as hay-fever victims, who
sneeze at the pollen from flowers of other lands.
[Italo Calvino * Marcovaldo*]
'Get away from here, you dirty swine,' she said.
[Muriel Spark *The Ballad of Peckham Rye*]
By the time he was nineteen Vance Weston had graduated from the College
of Euphoria, Illinois, where his parents then lived, had spent a week in
Chicago, invented a new religion, and edited for a few months a college
magazine called Getting There, to which he had contributed several love
poems and a series of iconoclastic essays.
[Edith Wharton * Hudson River Bracketed*]
'Palestine soup!' said the Reverend Doctor Opimian, dining with his
friend Squire Gryll; 'a curiously complicated misnomer.'
[TL Peacock *Gryll Grange*]
Johannes Kepler, asleep in his ruff, has dreamed the solution to the
cosmic mystery.
[John Banville *Kepler*]
That's enough, I guess -- could go on and on even more.
Not writing about what's happened/happening in the USA doesn't mean not
feeling or trying to think, but I need to wait before being competent to
say anything.
I'll be silent for a short while anyway, for purely domestic reasons.
Tom
--
Tom Deveson
Paul Sebastianelli
Tom Deveson wrote in message ...
>Martha Bridegam writes
>
>>More opening lines:
>>
>>"At sunrise on a first of April, there appeared, suddenly as Manco Capac
at
>>the lake Titicaca, a man in cream-colours, at the waterside in the city of
>>Saint Louis."
>>
>>Herman Melville, *The Confidence-Man*
>
><and more>
>
>Thanks for those.
>
>Just a few more:
>
<snipping 'just a few'>>>>
>The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing
>at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the
>end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up.
>
>[GK Chesterton *The Napoleon of Notting Hill*]
>
That's a good one, Tom.
<<<<snipping just a few more>>>
>That's enough, I guess -- could go on and on even more.
>
>Not writing about what's happened/happening in the USA doesn't mean not
>feeling or trying to think, but I need to wait before being competent to
>say anything.
Well put, Tom.
I keep expecting to walk out of the theatre, and the movie
will be over. This crisis has really exposed the strengths and
weaknesses of modern media. The strength being, of course,
the incredible ability to transmit information immediately, at
an astounding speed. The weakness is, as always, it's nearly
complete lack of intelligent analysis.
News up here is saying that these guys may have entered the
US through Canada.
The further we get away from the event, a few thoughtful
pieces are hitting the mainstream media.
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paul.
Martha Bridegam
Paul Sebastianelli wrote:
> Tom Deveson wrote in message ...
> ...<snipping 'just a few'>>>>
>
> >The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing
> >at children's games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the
> >end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up.
> >
> >[GK Chesterton *The Napoleon of Notting Hill*]
> >
>
> That's a good one, Tom.
Yep.
/MAB
Martha Bridegam
Paul Sebastianelli wrote:
>
>
> I keep expecting to walk out of the theatre, and the movie
> will be over. This crisis has really exposed the strengths and
> weaknesses of modern media. The strength being, of course,
> the incredible ability to transmit information immediately, at
> an astounding speed. The weakness is, as always, it's nearly
> complete lack of intelligent analysis.
>
> News up here is saying that these guys may have entered the
> US through Canada.
>
> The further we get away from the event, a few thoughtful
> pieces are hitting the mainstream media.
>
> http://globeandmail.ca/servlet/GIS.Servlets.HTMLTemplate?tf=tgam/common/Full
> Story.html&cf=tgam/common/FullStory.cfg&configFileLoc=tgam/config&date=20010
> 914&dateOffset=&hub=columnists&title=Columnists&cache_key=columnistsNational
> ¤t_row=5&start_row=5&num_rows=1
>
> paul.
Just turned on the television. Found the National Cathedral service on six
channels and Teletubbies on a seventh.
The Klein piece isn't bad, though I like to think ordinary Americans aren't
quite so dense and selfish as all that.
/MAB
Paul Sebastianelli
Martha Bridegam wrote in message <3BA239B1...@pacbell.net>...
I don't think she's saying that they are dense or selfish,
and I certainly don't mean to imply that. On the other
hand, how many of our friends and neighbours are
aware of the nearly daily bombings carried out by
the USAF and RAF in Iraq? Not many of mine, although
I've got some pretty stupid friends (John Rennie not
included).
This is another good one:
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As a testimony to American unselfishness, here's a story
from my morning paper (or, possibly more accurately, your
morning paper):
Anti-muslim incidents have occured in several US cities
reports the San Francisco Chronicle. On Wednesday
night, "however, 250 people - many of them Jewish and
Palestinian activists working for peace in the Middle
East - gathered in downtown San Francisco to protest the
treatment of Arabs and Muslims. Many held signs like
Don't Scapegoat Arabs and Another Jew Against Anti-Arab
Racism. 'I hope (Americans) don't collectively punish
people who had nothing to do with this,' said Jewish
activist Henry Picciotto of Berkeley."
Those are some good people.
paul.
tom .
nice to see some fishing content here for a change. but as it seems that you
literary types have taken over for good...when in rome. take your seats. when
you're finished with the first, proceed to the second. if you finish early,
heads on desks.
Gene Zitver
consisted of a small trunk, a cheap imitation alligator skin satchel, a small
lunch in a paper box, and a yellow leather snap purse, containing her ticket, a
scrap of paper with her sister's address in Van Buren Street, and four dollars
in money."
Theodore Dreiser, _Sister Carrie_
"You see before you the kibbutz of Metsudat Ram:
"Its buildings are laid out in strict symmetry at one end of the green valley.
The tangled foliage of the trees does not break up the settlement's severe
lines, but merely softens them, and adds a dimension of weightiness."
Amos Oz, _Elsewhere, Perhaps_
c/o Gene
ROBBIE
spreading seed, Mungo Park was displaying his bare buttocks to al-haj' Ali
Ibn Fatoudi, Emir of Ludamar."
T. Correghessan Boyle, Water Music.
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