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Oh, well, what the hell... Do you know why ranchers mount their sheep at the edge of ravines? uh. if they're not lonely Scottish ranchers in the wilds of the Highlands I don't know why.

Caribou, reindeer...yaks...make them stop!

Except maybe for me. I keep thinking I see livestock wherever I go. Sheep, swine, cows, goats - piglets - they're everywhere in my tortured consciousness - I need help -

lol.OK, it isn't the zippiest read. But hey, the idea of a revenge fantasy on each and every one of your enemies turning out as great art is pretty cool. Also, it's a poem, and probably reading it in the original is more mesmeric (I don't know any Italian). I do know that the words "I was alone in a dark wood" have recurred to me at the oddest times, every few years, ever since I read it. Maybe Inferno just wears better in memory in comparison with the Paradiso which we also did. Paradise did seem eternal at times, I admit.

lol.OK, it isn't the zippiest read. But hey, the idea of a revenge fantasy on each and every one of your enemies turning out as great art is pretty cool. Also, it's a poem, and probably reading it in the original is more mesmeric (I don't know any Italian). I do know that the words "I was alone in a dark wood" have recurred to me at the oddest times, every few years, ever since I read it.

I remember something! The failure to teach punctuation is child abuse. The apostrophe, the semicolon,child beating and starvation - what a daringly witty juxtaposition, he is indeed the most dangerous man in the South Pacific.

Phil, it's great that you enjoyed your readings and I am more than a little surprised that I agree with what you said!(except maybe about the Inferno dragging} You are something of the same kind of reader I am.Now I feel less guilty about forgetting le Rouge et le Noir -- I read Mme Bovary in the same French class and it was unforgettable in French and I went on to read it in English. Now I know you will like Renault (she's short) and resume nagging about it.

Gnaw on this! P.S.: "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!" You can't handle the torso!

Oh my, I just started it, my immediate thought was how much his delivery reminds me of Richard Dawkins, in spite of the different accent. I don't think I'm going to be able to get through this, though. He comes across as such an arrogant pedant. I couldn't pay attention either, because I never saw or heard him before and his writings made me expect an entirely different accent - he sounds like a 1950s "received pronunciation" BBC wannabe. I lost the thread when he talked about somebody's "hatequarters" (maybe that was deliberate, tho I don't think so, he looked too nervous)- I can't remember anything he actually said. I gave up when he started the interview.

Ted, where's my dalek (I know, it's a larval worm, but I have got fond of it)? And who is the cutie it has morphed into? She's a cute Irish chick my sister introduced me to last month. She's is a cutie. Congrats to your sister, you too. Just noticed the thread title and am getting anxious about her name. Don't tell us it's Cheney Fox.

My apologies to JR, I mixed you up with Ted. I suppose that doesn't happen too often here.

A:(speaking of a custom-made Tardis) But it's kinda small. B: Only on the outside. The above couplet from a past exchange on OL has inspired our Committee, composed of Entirely Subjective and Always Unquestionably Correct Experts,to recognize excellence in the many fields of intellectual endeavour which are laboured in so tirelessly on this site and others. The Objectivish universe is a small one, but like Jane Austen's "little piece of ivory" is carved with many marks of undeniable greatness. BEST RETORT A: Cease and desist from putting your words in my mouth. B: Cease and desist from telling me to. BEST CATFIGHT Di vs. Mindy On Noodlebrain, the indefatigable Mindy Newton, ahead on points in a debate on the question of whether dumb beasts are self-destructive, has been enjoined by Dr Mrs Dr Death to be polite, called belligerent and hostile, reminded unsubtly that there are other places to go, and told in no uncertain terms that DMDM has important work to do and no time to waste on dumb beasts. No use rooting for the underdog on this one. BEST PHOTOSHOP Dennis Donald Rumsfled Hardin, OL. Now we just need to see him gnawing on a bicep a la Quest for Fire, and the disclosure of the full truth of a formerly-mocked conspiracy will be complete, reason will have triumphed, and the horror will begin. BEST FEELGOOD STORY Lindsay Perigo has a TV show (can't imagine what it's called) and it's KASS and everybody loves it. Congratulations to this week's winners, it is an evil lie that you were chosen entirely at random, and anyone who tells you that evil lie is immoral and also we know who they are.

Ted, where's my dalek (I know, it's a larval worm, but I have got fond of it)? And who is the cutie it has morphed into? She's a cute Irish chick my sister introduced me to last month. Your niece? She's gorgeous! Look at that red hair! Congrats to your sister for contributing to the non-extinction of that wonderful genetic mutation!What's her name? Carol Aunt-in-law of many O'Reillys

But what if Kat wants to heckle?

Ted, where's my dalek (I know, it's a larval worm, but I have got fond of it)? And who is the cutie it has morphed into?

I have read them all except the Angelou and Light in August, the only Faulkner I have read is Soldier's Pay. I read the Stendahl is French, also the Chartreuse de Parme, and I don't remember them as anything but easily understandable. Reading Lear was an indescribably strong and deep experience for me. I have commented on this elsewhere here. The greatest of the great. Jane Eyre is fine, but as JR noted Wuthering Heights is far superior, a unique work of individual genius that can be read and re-read and yield different insights every time. I don't consider it "romantic" at all. For the Victorians I would definitely include Vanity Fair and Middlemarch.The rereading comment above also goes for them. Babbitt I loved, especially for its humour. What Greybird says about the Grapes of Wrath movie, I feel about the book. It's a polemic of course - but then so is Atlas Shrugged. Its artistry is indelible.

Pippi, I can see how the Steinbeck sentence would put you off reading the book, because of the sense of life it conveys to you. But just as a sentence, even without its context, it's good.

I know I speak for many when I say I am delighted to see that Phil's posts are getting the re-readings they always so richly deserve.

Shayne, I have read this paragraph three times and I don't understand it. I don't mean in context, I know the context, but are you saying, "I have an original idea/theory, and as far as I know nobody else ever had it in the way I have it?" Just asking, Carol

ARE THEY DEAD OR WILL THEY JUST NOT LIE DOWN? Leafs win 4-3, can't take much more. Real conversation, one hour ago. ME: Hi son, happy birthday! HE: Thanks Mom, I'm at work.. ME: I know, won't keep you.. HE: MOM, THE LEAFS ARE PLAYING I GOTTA GO I'LL CALL YOU LATER! This boy works in a freaking subway tunnel. I fear for us all.

Note to MSK, Thanks for providing the Best.Topic.Title.Ever. for us to re-enjoy. Your addition of the subtitle made it so deadpan funny that I (and obviously Adam too) can't help bringing it up again on the least excuse. In addition, if anyone is a coach of a debating team, they should make it their next debating subject.

Or for that matter, what species. Let’s not make any assumptions. I knew you reminded me of somebody! It's Rumsfeld....oh, no,....it's all true.... Now, is that nice? I compare you to her and you compare me to Rummy (who, incidentally, is not nearly as fiendishly heartless as I am). I'm going to have to take back all the nice things I said about you. . . Aw Dennis, don't be like that. I wouldn't take back the nice things I said about you.Allow for gravity, maximum gravity, time travel and alternate universes, and let's nice on.

HOLY ULAQ! The newsletter of the Fraternal Order of the Sacred Igloo POLARCON 2011 - ARCTICLICIOUS! This year's Polarcon was the most successful ever, with more than 78 brothers from farflung Finland, Lapland, Trans-Siberia and South Africa joining us at the North Pole for the traditional Brothers Greeting and Hot Drink Reception, which kicked off three days of frolic and fellowship! As always the Hot Drink Reception provided old favourites and new twists, glogg and kmuss vying with Screechin' Blazin' Screech and You Only Think It's Hot Cause You're Inuit for the coveted title of Best New Drink. The prize was awarded by honorary judge Brother Tony, whose arrival among us with our sled dogs was a delightful surprise, not least to him, since when the airport officials put him in the cargo hold with the dogs he was assured he would be let out in Toronto and get tea at the King Edward. After sampling the entrants in the contest, he announced that each and every one of them beat tea all to hell, and he was feeling much better. There is the true meaning of brotherhood! Study sessions on Day Two included presentations on our latest triumphs of the Secret Plan. Jukka- Perka " Perki-Mikki" Mikkinaaanen described the masterful strategy which led to Finland getting written about in the Canadian media, and the application of the Igloo method of manipulating statistics to make ourselves look smarter. Our own Assistant Shaman Gord, assisted by noted composer Bartolo Sansoreille, outlined our infiltration and conquest of the American musical establishment. We then broke into small groups to plan the tactics for the remaining 266 goals of the Plan. Very small groups. All too soon came the moment of fond farewell. At the sacred Campfire our Altaic brothers moved us to laughter and tears with their musical setting of a Shakespeare speech, "We Finn, we happy Finn, we band of brothers..". On the way home Brother Gordon "Gripe" Gallstone (no relation to Gord) realized that he had left his ten pages of notes on the Flaws of the Conference and How to Improve Them, and demanded that we turn back to retrieve them from the Pole. With one voice we told him to leave them there, where the sun don't shine.

Which would mean that your mind works similarly to mine which is grounds for real personal fear for a socialist! Adam Just now I confessed to using epistemology in the classroom. Of course using protection, I hasten to add.

Adam, I had read that post on NoodleFood. Dr. Death?? How did she earn such a nickname? Cyrus Etiquette, Adam! The correct appellation is "Dr. Mrs. Dr. Death" Us widows are touchy about these things. Carol Daunce Stuart Lynam B.A., TESL (Mrs.)