Stephanie Caruana
(1) A beautiful edition of the works of Shakespeare, bound in red
leather and printed on "Oxford India paper", which I received as prize
on my High School graduation in 1960.
(2) Seeing Richard Burton as Hamlet - and hearing Sir John Gielgud as
his Father's Ghost off-stage - in Boston during the academic year
1964-1965.
Who Was Shakespeare?
I couldn't care less! Until, that is, I began to research the question
as an incidental by-product of my encounter with the works of Francis
Bacon - especially The New Organon - in the course of my research in
the field of epistemology in the mid- and late 1970s.
Did I care?
Not a bit - but the question posed the kind of intellectual challenge,
which appealed to me much as doing crossword puzzles or playing
Scrabble may appeal to others.
Do I care?
Nor really - but we must give credit where credit is due.
Hence the imaginary Stratfordian "of record" - that is, the phantom
whose 'baptism' and 'burial' are documented in the purported copy of
never-seen original records of Holy Trinity Church - cannot possibly
have any part of the credit, except as Archetype for the Hamlet in us
all.
In the original Icelandic legend, Hamlet was named Amlóði - Fool - as
in the Human Condition into all of us are born and, if we are content
to let it be so, die.
I thought mental health records were supposed to be sealed.
All Strats invited to reveal
> when they realized that non-Strats were serious and growing in numbers,
> and that Stratmobilization might be in order.
If this eVER happens, we will be sure to let you know.
Comment:
A case in point:
I was contacted by the Mythbusters in late 2003. They requested that I turn
my attention from the Moon Landing Hoax mobilization to Shakespeare
Authorship. My mission: Join with a dozen or so other geeks and attempt to
contain the Authorship Tsunami by engaging the enemy in an inconsequential
discussion group. My latest report to HQ: "There have been some breakouts;
Derek Jacoby is unstoppable. Most activity contained within quarantine."
--
"The pejorative term 'political correctness' was adapted to express
disapproval of the enlargement of etiquette to cover all people, in spite of
this being a principle to which all Americans claim to subscribe." Judith
Martin (Miss Manners)
(Play Indiana Jones! Hide the "ark" in my address to reply by e-mail!)
Stephanie Caruana
> All non-Stratfordians
Can't I play too, Stephanie?
> cordially invited to reply, with their first
> premonition, feeling of joy or relief, that they didn't actually have
> to believe the Stratman was the author.
In the spirit of your subject line, Stephanie, I'll endeavor to
describe my sensations: the earth moved, my breath came in choked,
spasmodic gasps, my eyes filled with tears, and I felt drained -- but
that's because I was laughing so hard: _This Star of England_ is such an
uproariously funny book! Incidentally, it is possible for sentimental
veterans like myself to relive the sensations of that magical first time
-- Mr. Streitz's book produces the same symptoms.
> All Strats invited to reveal
> when they realized that non-Strats were serious
Anyone who would waste the time and energy to produce a ponderous
tome like _This Star of England_ or Delia Bacon's _The Philosophy of the
Plays of Shakespeare Unfolded_ is nothing if not serious -- indeed, the
deluded are generally quite serious.
> and growing in numbers,
That's scarcely news. The population is growing, so even if the
percentage of cranks is constant, their numbers will still increase.
> and that Stratmobilization might be in order.
Is the Stratmobile anything like the Batmobile? Oxfordians and
others with bats in the belfry might well prefer the latter.
> Stephanie Caruana
Thank you for sharing this with us, David. In My Father's Mansion,
there are many rooms. Accommodations vary, of course.
_This Star of England_ is such an
> uproariously funny book! Incidentally, it is possible for sentimental
> veterans like myself to relive the sensations of that magical first time
> -- Mr. Streitz's book produces the same symptoms.
Your reverence is quite understandable.
>
> > All Strats invited to reveal
> > when they realized that non-Strats were serious
>
> Anyone who would waste the time and energy to produce a ponderous
> tome like _This Star of England_ or Delia Bacon's _The Philosophy of the
> Plays of Shakespeare Unfolded_ is nothing if not serious -- indeed, the
> deluded are generally quite serious.
Since you are obviously not serious, does that necessarily mean you are
not deluded?
>
> > and growing in numbers,
>
> That's scarcely news. The population is growing, so even if the
> percentage of cranks is constant, their numbers will still increase.
>
> > and that Stratmobilization might be in order.
>
> Is the Stratmobile anything like the Batmobile? Oxfordians and
> others with bats in the belfry might well prefer the latter.
>
Belfry reserved for bats and Strats.
Stephanie
> > All Strats invited to reveal when they realized that
> > non-Strats were serious and growing in numbers,
> > and that Stratmobilization might be in order.
David L. Webb wrote:
> Is the Stratmobile anything like the Batmobile?
Perhaps, you should ask a Strat who lives in a cave:
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Tom Reedy wrote: <<Hi Bob.
thanks for the compliment, but as you know, who we debate is out of
our hands. I got an e-mail from the Trust & was assigned Foelster just
as soon as his name appeared on the ng. Boy, I'm glad I was taken off
Crowley: the man is too well-read & intelligent, it was all I could do
to keep up with him.
I'm damn glad they've never given me Art to debate; I feel sorry for
poor David. Of course that new anagram program they have is sure
coming in handy for him, but I *NEVER* want to go toe-to-toe with
Art--he knows too much, although I doubt if he's even aware of all he
knows.
Hey, I finally got the check. Something about a computer virus in the
mainframe at Stratford. I was glad to see it--the rent was overdue & I
had to pay a late fee.
Sorry about that last e-mail appearing on the ng. Apparently I hit
"post" instead of "e-mail." It won't happen again.
My 14-year-old is giving me trouble--the usual ersatz teenage angst. He
doesn't want to accept his occupation being already chosen for him. I
told him it was like the Phantom--the ghost who walks--& that it was an
honor to be born into a family with a 400-year old mission, but he just
sulks off & gets on the computer. I'm sure he'll come around--we all
do, eventually.
Meanwhile all he does is play on the computer (he's a real whiz at
programming) & mutters about how he's going to "fix me" & about some
grandoise plan he has to "expose the truth to the world."
Yeah, right, that'll be the day, hey Bob?
Who do you think is going to get the old monument in April? Schoenbaum
had it for so long I think they almost completely forgot about it. I
vote for Matus--he deserves it. I've heard some say that Dave or Terry
should get it, but they're a little young yet, I think. I know damn
well it'll be years before I'm eligible, not to mention that whoever
gets it keeps it for life.
Say, before they ship it to whomever they give it to we should all
gather around it & have our picture taken & send it to Kennedy! I'd
want to pose atop the woolsack. Wouldn't that be a hoot! I bet the
old fart would think he was having the DTs! If a picture could be
printed with some type of disappearing ink that couldn't be copied it
would be worth it. Maybe he'd have a heart attack or something & we'd
be rid of that thorn in the side & make our jobs a lot easier.
Well, that's about it for now. Brenda says to tell the family "hi" &
that we'll see you all in Stratford in April.>>
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I remember I was alone in my room,
enticing thoughts darting through my mind,
I sensed for the first time wicked feelings of
new pleasure--aroused, compelled to whip
out a list of questions for the Oxfordians
to i g n o r e.
In a frenzy of fingering keys and widestrewing
laser powder, I dashed out what became the
Oxfordian Frequently Unanswered Questions.
Delighted with a new toy, I tossed it into
the stream of consciousness that is HLAS.
Even though Oxfordians fantasized that they
had answered these otherwise simple questions,
OFUQ remain unanswered.
Crowley cannot make sense of how Oxford could
seek the patronage of Southhampton. Kositsky cannot
reason how Oxford University is simply not claiming
Shakespeare as an alumnus. Neuendorffer is full of
lore but no sense of how Oxford's secret writing and its
artificial consequences were still being protected twenty
years later in an entiely different regime. Hum ho.
These are not trick questions. These are fundamental
flaws in the Oxfordian 'belief system' that are openly
i g n o r e d by the Oxfordians. The big 0s are so obsessed
demeaning (S)omeone, that they i g n o r e that they
are braindead in terms of, say, common sense!
(Oxford did not seek patronage from the lesser earl.
Oxford University does not have Shakespeare as alumnus.
Condel and Heminge had no inclination to keep Oxford's 'secret.')
Oxfordianism is a kinky lifestyle indeed, and I like watching, Steph.
Great question, I took real pleasure in recalling
my first time exposing Oxfordianism for all see.
(some names withheld)
Greg Reynolds
> Stephanie Caruana wrote:
> > All non-Stratfordians cordially invited to reply, with their first
> > premonition, feeling of joy or relief, that they didn't actually have
> > to believe the Stratman was the author. All Strats invited to reveal
> > when they realized that non-Strats were serious and growing in numbers,
> > and that Stratmobilization might be in order.
> >
> > Stephanie Caruana
> I remember I was alone in my room,
> enticing thoughts darting through my mind,
> I sensed for the first time wicked feelings of
> new pleasure--aroused, compelled to whip
> out a list of questions for the Oxfordians
> to i g n o r e.
>
> In a frenzy of fingering keys and widestrewing
> laser powder, I dashed out what became the
> Oxfordian Frequently Unanswered Questions.
> Delighted with a new toy, I tossed it into
> the stream of consciousness
...or stream of altered-state-of-consciousness, in some cases...
> that is HLAS.
>
> Even though Oxfordians fantasized that they
> had answered these otherwise simple questions,
> OFUQ remain unanswered.
>
> Crowley cannot make sense of how Oxford could
> seek the patronage of Southhampton.
Have you seen Art's latest patronage claim, Greg? He even outdoes
Mr. Crowley! Art says that Oxford enjoyed the patronage of Sir Henry
Neville!
> Kositsky cannot
> reason how Oxford University is simply not claiming
> Shakespeare as an alumnus. Neuendorffer is full of
> lore
That's not exactly what I would have said that Art is full of, but I
commend your restraint.
> > Kositsky cannot reason
> > how Oxford University is simply not
> > claiming Shakespeare as an alumnus.
> > Neuendorffer is full of lore
David L. Webb wrote:
> That's not exactly what I would have said that Art is full of,
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_After Three Days_ Lewis Carroll
Surely within his mind Strange thoughts are born,
until he doubts the *lore*
Of those old men, blind leaders of the blind,
Whose kingdom is no more.
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1395 Wyclif: Proverbs Chapter 1, Verse 7
The drede of the Lord the begynnyng of wisdam;
wisdam and *lore* foolis dispisen.
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arthur car(L) neuend(OR)ff(E)r
THE NAME HAS IT! Surely Arthur has clearly demonstrated that he is
indeed full of LORE, not ___....
What foolis these dweebs be!
Stephanie Caruana
Delicacy forbids my naming the commodity in question, but...
(A)r(T)h(U)(R) Neuen(D)orffer.
Besides, Art tells us that his mother used to call him "Scoop":
<http://shop.store.yahoo.com/pigstore/worbessuppoo.html>.
To be fair, it seems likely that Art was misunderstanding, and that his
mother was actually calling him "Stoop."
[...]
> > Art Neuendorffer wrote:
> > > --------------------------------------------
> > > _After Three Days_ Lewis Carroll
> > >
> > > Surely within his mind Strange thoughts are born,
> > > until he doubts the *lore*
> > > Of those old men, blind leaders of the blind,
> > > Whose kingdom is no more.
> > > --------------------------------------------
> > > 1395 Wyclif: Proverbs Chapter 1, Verse 7
> > >
> > > The drede of the Lord the begynnyng of wisdam;
> > > wisdam and *lore* foolis dispisen.
> > > -----------------------------------------
> > > arthur car(L) neuend(OR)ff(E)r
"Stephanie Caruana" <stephani...@netscape.com> wrote:
>
> > THE NAME HAS IT! Surely Arthur has clearly demonstrated
> > that he is indeed full of LORE, not ___....
David L. Webb wrote:
> Delicacy forbids my naming the commodity in question, but...
>
> (A)r(T)h(U)(R) Neuen(D)orffer.
>
> Besides, Art tells us that his mother used to call him "Scoop":
>
> <http://shop.store.yahoo.com/pigstore/worbessuppoo.html>.
>
> To be fair, it seems likely that Art was misunderstanding,
> and that his mother was actually calling him "Stoop."
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"My lords, look where the sTURDy rebel sits,"
-- King Henry VI, Part iii Act 1, Scene 1
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<<Garrison Keillor confessed that as a child in school he noticed
the word "SaTURDaY" had a "TURD" hidden in it. This led to hours
of glee when he would contrive to make his teachers say it.>>
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http://btobsearch.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?useri...
A never writer to an ever reader: News.
In which Pickleherring takes his pen
to tell of his first meeting with Mr Shakespeare
I had never before been spoken to by a man in a copataine hat.
Mr Shakespeare was tall & thin, and he wore that hat with
an air of great authority. He had also a quilted silken doublet,
GOOSE-TURD GREEN; grey velvet hose; and a SCARLET cloak.
Never believe those who tell you he was not a dandy.
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"Word and Phrase Origins" by David Wilton
There is no cite of the term "NERD" prior to its 1950
appearance in the Dr. Suess book _If I Ran the Zoo_:
"I'll sail to Ka-Troo
And Bring Back an It-Kutch, a Preep and a Proo,
A Nerkle, a Nerd, and a Seersucker, too!"
The Compact Oxford English Dictionary, 2nd Edition
suggests both the Dr. Suess explanation and the
possibility that it could be a euphemism for TURD.>>
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"I'll sail to Itokawa & bring back a TURD sample"
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Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency (JAXA)
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
http://www.spaceref.com/news/viewsr.html?pid=18082
<<The Hayabusa spacecraft successfully arrived at its target, the
near Earth asteroid Itokawa (25143), at 01:00 UTC(10:00 JST) on
September 12th. Hayabusa performed a short chemical thruster burn
to slow its asteroid-relative speed by 7 centimeters per second
to settle into the Gate Position, defined at a distance
of 20 kilometers from Itokawa towards the Earth.
This press release contains the resulting synthesized pseudo-color
image and a series of rotation pictures of Itokawa. In the images,
sunlight illuminates the asteroid from behind the camera, making
the terrain features appear more subdued. Most of the key
images obtained by the mission to date are available on
the ISAS main web-site (http://www.isas.jaxa.jp).
Hayabusa will stay at the asteroid until the end of November & plans to
perform detailed remote sensing and mapping of the asteroid, followed
by an attempt to collect surface samples of Itokawa. The project
goals are then to return the sample back to Earth in 2007. Updated
information will be available at the JAXA & ISAS web-sites.>>
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_____________________ AJAX
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_Shakespeare's Stratford Friends_ by Dave Kathman
<<The final Shakespeare friend I'm going to mention is Thomas Russell.
He was one of two overseers of Shakespeare's will, an honor which
implies a close friendship. . . Russell had plenty of friends and
relatives in high places . . . One of his stepfather's good friends
and neighbors was SIR JOHN HARINGTON, the courtier, godson of
Queen Elizabeth, and author of THE METAMORPHOSIS OF AJAX;
Russell no doubt knew Harington well when he was growing up.>>
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SIR JOHN HARRINGTON *OUTA PAPER*
And his water *WORKS WOULD OVER RUN*
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http://www.shakespeareauthorship.com/eulogies.html
John Taylor, the Water Poet,
has a poem in The Praise of Hemp-seed (1620)
in which he includes Shakespeare among famous
dead English poets who live on through their works:
*IN PAPER* , many a poet now survives
Or else their lines had perish'd with their lives.
Old Chaucer, Gower, and Sir Thomas More,
Sir Philip Sidney, who the laurel wore,
Spenser, and Shakespeare did in art excell,
Sir Edward Dyer, Greene, Nash, Daniel.
Sylvester, Beaumont, SIR JOHN HARRINGTON,
Forgetfulness their *WORKS WOULD OVER RUN*
But that *IN PAPER* they immortally
Do live in spite of death, and cannot die.
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Terry Ross wrote:
<< Some years ago an April issue of *Scientific American*
contained the report of a "discovery" of a long-lost codex
that proved, among other things, that Leonardo had invented
the flush toilet. Included in this article was an illustration
in Leonardo's style of the great man sitting on his invention.
Some people took the earlier Leonardo piece seriously.>>
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History of Plumbing in America
http://www.plumbingsupply.com/pmamerica.html
<<Closet Lore: Over 2,800 years ago, the fabled King Minos of
Crete owned the world's first flushing water closet, complete
with a wooden seat. Lost for centuries in the rubble of the
palace ruins, the invention did not materialize again until 1594.
Then, SIR JOHN HARINGTON built a "prive in perfection" for
his godmother, Queen Elizabeth, to use in Richmond Palace (SHENE)
and one for himself at his humbler estate. Once he published
his pompous book of terrible puns and off color jokes about
the new device in 1596, A New Discourse of a State Subject,
Called THE METAMORPHOSIS OF AJAX, the ridicule
and scorn would hound him for the rest of his days,
and he never built another one.
("AJAX" was the slang in those days for a privy or "A JAKES.")>>
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THE METAMORPHOSIS OF *A JAKKE of DoVERE*
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Canterbury Tales - Chaucer THE PROLOGUE TO THE COKES TALE.
"Now telle on, ROGER, looke that it be good,
For many a pastee hastow laten blood,
And many *A JAKKE of DoVERE* hastow soold
That hath been twies hoot and twies cold.
Of many a pilgrim hastow Cristes curs,
For of thy percely yet they fare the wors,
That they haN *ETEN* with thy stubbel-goos,
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OISENAHLETIOIRR ____________ BIPITHAEPLRESVETEGIET
RNERTDIWW ____ [H(s)ENLEY SrT]__ EANSPLWTOIIHREEOO
TGTIVVNIETHTGIV _ {OEO} ____IRTDSIHHSNNNEOTBNT
HFTNREGSLHEWPVEVDME [NETEN] AAMNGSSFTELH
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<<By 1552 John Shakespeare was living in [HENLEY STr]eet,
thanks to his ignominious debut in the town records on 29 April:
fined a shilling, along with Humphrey Reynolds & ADRIAN QUINEY,
for making an unauthorised DUNGHILL>> - Anthony Holden
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Anne HATHAWAY of Shitterye
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January 17, 1579 "William WILLSONNE and Anne HATHAWAY of Shotterye."
-- Stratford Church Register marriage entry
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January 17, 1910, Thomas Crapper dies on his toilet's 43rd anniversary
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<<On [January 17] in the age of Queen Elizabeth,
a sick PIG would be led to the DUNG-HEAP
and was not allowed to be slaughtered.>>
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Psalms 113:7 He raiseth up the poor out of the dust,
and lifteth the needy out of the DUNGHILL;
That he may set him with princes,
even with the princes of his people.
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SIRACH 22 A slothful man is compared to the filth of
a DUNGHILL: EVERy man that takes it up WILL SHAKE his hand.
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EZRA 6:11 Also I have made a decree, that whosoEVER shall alter this
word, LET TIMBER BE PULLED DOWN from his HOUSE, and being set up,
let him be hanged thereon; and let his house be made a DUNGHILL for
this.
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DANIEL 3:29 Therefore I make a decree, That EVERy people, nation,
& language, which speak any thing amiss against the God of Shadrach,
Meshach, & Abednego, shall be cut in pieces, and their HOUSES shall
be made a DUNGHILL: because there is no other God that can DELIVER..
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Art Neuendorffer
> David L. Webb wrote:
> > In article <1130283368.7...@g49g2000cwa.googlegroups.com>,
> > "Stephanie Caruana" <stephani...@netscape.com> wrote:
> >
> > > All non-Stratfordians
> > Can't I play too, Stephanie?
> > > cordially invited to reply, with their first
> > > premonition, feeling of joy or relief, that they didn't actually have
> > > to believe the Stratman was the author.
> > In the spirit of your subject line, Stephanie, I'll endeavor to
> > describe my sensations: the earth moved, my breath came in choked,
> > spasmodic gasps, my eyes filled with tears, and I felt drained -- but
> > that's because I was laughing so hard:
> Thank you for sharing this with us, David. In My Father's Mansion,
> there are many rooms. Accommodations vary, of course.
But since it's *your* father's residence, Stephanie, can't one
conclude that all the rooms are padded at least? Surely accommodations
don't VARy *that* much. :-)
> _This Star of England_ is such an
> > uproariously funny book! Incidentally, it is possible for sentimental
> > veterans like myself to relive the sensations of that magical first time
> > -- Mr. Streitz's book produces the same symptoms.
> Your reverence is quite understandable.
You've read Mr. Streitz's book, Stephanie; wouldn't you agree that it
is uproariously funny?
> > > All Strats invited to reveal
> > > when they realized that non-Strats were serious
> > Anyone who would waste the time and energy to produce a ponderous
> > tome like _This Star of England_ or Delia Bacon's _The Philosophy of the
> > Plays of Shakespeare Unfolded_ is nothing if not serious -- indeed, the
> > deluded are generally quite serious.
> Since you are obviously not serious, does that necessarily mean you are
> not deluded?
If all the deluded are serious, then all the non-serious are
non-deluded. Draw the Venn diagram and check it yourself, Stephanie.
> > > and growing in numbers,
> > That's scarcely news. The population is growing, so even if the
> > percentage of cranks is constant, their numbers will still increase.
> > > and that Stratmobilization might be in order.
> > Is the Stratmobile anything like the Batmobile? Oxfordians and
> > others with bats in the belfry might well prefer the latter.
> Belfry reserved for bats and Strats.
But Stephanie -- what about anti-Stratfordians like George Battey and
Thomas Looney? Or our own Elizabeth Weird?
> Stephanie