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I'm all for reading angsty narratives till I burst, but sometimes a nice fluffy parental story is what's best, especially in case of extreme anxiety-inducing exams.

 

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........Old Joe is dead and gone to hell, Oh, we say so and we hope so;

........Old Joe is dead and gone to hell. Oh, poor old Joe!

........he's as dead as a nail in the lamp-room door, Oh, we say so, and we hope so;

........He's as dead as a nail in the lamp-room door. Oh, poor old Joe!

 

.........he won't come hazing us no more, Oh, we say so, and we hope so;

.........He won't come hazing us no more, Oh, poor old Joe!

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Please don't mind the random word "Pelikan" in the scan, I was trying out the Pelikan Black ink with the dip pen.

 

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Come get your duds in order For we're going to leave tomorrow

Heave away, me jollies, heave away

Come get your duds in order For we're going to cross the water

Heave away me jolly boys, we're all bound away sometimes we're bound for Liverpool

Sometimes we're bound for Spain But now we're bound for St. John's town

 

To watch the girls a-dancing

Now it's farewell Maggie darling

For it's now I'm going to leave you

You promised me you'd marry me

But how you did deceive me

I wrote me a love letter

And I signed it with a ring

I wrote me a love letter

I was on the Jenny Lind

Sometimes we're bound for Liverpool

Sometimes we're bound for Spain

But now we're bound for St. John's town

To watch the girls a-dancing

 

Heave Away................................................

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Fred, I was this close from clapping out loud XD

 

 

 

 

I'll be back home on the day after tomorrow, so here's an early quote for today and tomorrow. The importance of making choices.

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Yay! More, more, more of John Stuart Mill, please!

Yours,
Randal

From a person's actions, we may infer attitudes, beliefs, --- and values. We do not know these characteristics outright. The human dichotomies of trust and distrust, honor and duplicity, love and hate --- all depend on internal states we cannot directly experience. Isn't this what adds zest to our life?

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Randal, I'll look for more! :lol:

 

In the meantime, here's some Thomas Paine, what a great prose writer.

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Letter written July 14th, 1861 by Sullivan Ballou from Rhode Island on the eve of the First Battle of Bull Run{July 21,1861} to his wife..Sarah.

A Major with the 2nd Rhode Island Infantry he was wounded and died of his wounds on July 29, 1861.

Fred

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Fred..

war doesn't just rip through bone and muscle, stone and steel......

fragments the mind like a fist to a mirror.....And now for something

completely different.............I was once out strolling one very hot

summer's day When I thought I'd lay myself down to rest......

In a big field of tall grass I laid there in the sun and felt it caressing

my face As I fell asleep and dreamed I dreamed I was in a Hollywood

movie And that I was the star of the movie This really blew my mind

The fact that me an overfed long haired leaping gnome Should be

the star of a Hollywood movie.....Hmmmmmm But there I was Hmm,

I was taken to a place The hall of the mountain kings I stood high

by the mountain tops Naked to the world In front of Every kind of

girl There was long one's, tall ones, short ones, brown ones

Black ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones Out of the middle,

came a lady She whispered in my ear Something crazy She said,

Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill the wine, take that pearl Spill

the wine, take that pearl............................................I could feel hot flames of

fire roaring at my back As she disappeared, but soon she returned

In her hand was a bottle of wine In the other a glass She poured some

of the wine from the bottle into the glass And raised it to her lips

And just before she drank it, she said Take the wine, dig that girl {3 times}

Come on, come on Spill the wine, dig that girl.....................

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Been reading a lot these days, should get back to writing.

 

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is this Mary expanding on why she chose 'Frankenstein' - not Byron's idea - but it apparently originated out of his suggestion that they all attempt to write a ghost story?

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is this Mary expanding on why she chose 'Frankenstein' - not Byron's idea - but it apparently originated out of his suggestion that they all attempt to write a ghost story?

Her introduction to 1831 edition whereby she gives an account of the origin of the story.....

Fred

1818-2018

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Had a horrible migraine today. I hate when I wake up with a headache. Stupid headaches.

 

Anyway, offering you a passage from a heart-stoppingly beautiful short story by Forster. In that moment we were not humans, we were animals. Great lines in there.

 

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