a fool in the forest


  • A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' the
    A motley fool; a miserable world!
    As I do live by food, I met a fool
    Who laid him down and bask'd him
        in the sun,
    And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good
    In good set terms and yet a motley

    As You Like It,
    Act II, Scene 7

    L'homme y passe à travers des
        forêts de symboles
    Qui l'observent avec des regards

    Les Fleurs du Mal,

    [T]here is almost no subject-matter, and what little one can disentangle is foolish....
    One would call the style verbose, except that by definition verbosity is the use of words in excess of the occasion, and there seems to be no occasion.

    Yvor Winters,
    Forms of Discovery, Ch. 7

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    December 06, 2005


    David Giacalone

    Such pith; such wisdom. Have a great day, George, and halve a great century.


    At age 50, everyone has the face he deserves.

    ~George Orwell

    The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do things, and yet you are not decrepit enough to turn them down.

    ~T.S. Eliot

    Happy Birthday, old stancher.



    Happy birthday, George. Congratulations on your handsome face - the years have indeed been good to you (re Rick's remarks above) and vice versa. All the best in the world,


    Happy Lth!

    Cowtown Pattie

    How spooky is it to open the comments and find that someone (Rick) has beat me to the punch in the choice of authors for appropriate birthday wishes?

    ...And indeed there will be time
    To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
    Time to turn back and descend the stair,
    With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
    [They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”]
    My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
    My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
    [They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”]
    Do I dare
    Disturb the universe?
    In a minute there is time
    For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
    The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock, T.S. Eliot

    I am late to the party, but my wishes couldn't be more sincere: Happy Birthday, my favorite Fool!

    Cowtown Pattie

    J. Alfred Prufrock, if you please...

    Must have gotten him confused with his cousin, Alfred J. Newman...


    Patty, If you only knew the significance of Prufrock to George and myself, you would shudder in awe of your own clarivoyance.

    George Wallace

    Yes, Rick, Liz/Pattie is displaying those Awesome Texan Powers o' hers, little suspecting how close she has come to revealing the Terrible Secret that you and I literally [and literarily] first met one another over Prufrock.

    I'm fixin' to have a fit o' the vapours just thinkin' about it.

    Mike Snider

    Happy birthday, George!

    Sorry I'm late, but I'm even older than you and it took a while to get here ...

    Cowtown Pattie

    Now my curiosity is commiting felicide...

    I have been known on occasion to exhibit that ol' Sixth Sense. The frustrating part is I can't control it, I can't summon it at will, and it usually creeps me out when I do experience its effects...

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