Comments on EvC Forum: A Play

But you are right. This post was rather "literary."

For example the "mock on, mock on" comes from Blake:"Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau,
Mock on, mock on, it's all in vain;
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again."

Actually, "The Wizard of Oz."

Jar writes:

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To tell you the truth, I appreciate the fact that someone reads it.
Thank you.This message has been edited by AdminPhat, 08-21-2005 06:07 PM

Jar, you will regret this--maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.The world breaks everyone, and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those it cannot break, it kills.It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these, you can be sure that it will kill you too, but there will be no special hurry.

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Any more use of literary allusions will be reported to the moderators for possible suspensions.LENGTHY suspensions.

I know you will think this a bunch of crap, but it's not. When I was trying to imagine the worldview of Faith, I wrote this: And I found it deeply moving. In fact, I was moved to tears. I am wondering if my emotional reaction might be evidence of something?

Thank you, Faith, for responding to me.I guess you did not like my "rendition" of you.But you did seem rather angry, most of the time.Therefore I thought my caricature just. But I am moved by many passages in the Bible, and perhaps my favorite is as follows:"Lay not up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal. For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also."Wonderful.

But I hope you understand that I did not mean to offend you.And if I did, I apologize.

On the other hand, I plan to offend a whole bunch of people here real soon.Ha, ha, ha.

Great art cannot be rushed.

The London pub, 2:00 am. The place has thinned out, most leaving to rest up and get ready for the celebrity ball the next evening, after a day of seminars. Everyone is attending the ball with the exception of Robin who is unfortunately laid up with a severe attack of intercostal neuralgia and so is unable to leave his beloved ranch in Texas. He sends his regards.

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A few diehards are still swilling down the liquor. Crashfrog, Randman, and Charles Knight occupy a booth.Randman: I have to pee.Crashfrog: Then do so, by all means. I think I can speak for both of us. You have our permission.Randman: What I meant was, Crashfrog, could you watch my copy of Haeckel's drawings while I am gone? I will need them for my slide show tomorrow,and I don't want them to get stolen.Crashfrog: It's not my job to wetnurse you through the entire evening. You can look after your own stuff.exit Randman, muttering to himself, with Haeckel's drawings.

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enter Schrafinator, wearing a sun dress. She sits down at a table near Crashfrog and Charles Knight. Crashfrog looks at her.Schrafinator: Are you ogling me?Crashfrog: Nope.Schrafinator: I know I don't look like a Playboy model.Crashfrog: Who said you had to?Schrafinator (angrily): Society says I have to, that's who! The pressure is enormous. All my life I've struggled to have thin legs, big boobs, and a flat stomach. Why? I'll tell you why. There is a worldwide conspiracy against the female body, that's why. There's no escaping it. It's on the tv, it's on the Internet, it's in the malls and shops and corporations and government and religion and the schools--oh, the schools! Don't even let me get started on the schools! And you are telling me I don't "have to"? Oh, yes I do.Crashfrog: Good grief.Charles Knight: I think, laddie, that she is a little loony, you know.Schrafinator: You can go to hell! You have no idea what it is like to be a woman!enter Asgara, a saucy wench.Asgara: What can I get for you, dearie?Schrafinator: I would like a nutmeg salad, with tofu. Hold the paprika. And I would like to pre-taste the olive oil before application on the salad.Asgara: We don't have anything fancy like that, missy. How about some nice fish and chips?Schrafinator: Is the fish fresh?Asgara: Fresh out of the freezer! Can't be more than a month old.Schrafinator: I don't think so. Bring me a glass of lemon water and a cup of green tea. And bring me all the artifical sweeteners you have. I want to study the ingredients on the package.Asgara: Watching your weight, dearie?Schrafinator: Like a hawk. (looks at her watch). In fact, it's almost time for my 3:00 am weighing. My height/weight ratio is all wrong. My feet are too big. I have an ugly mole on the innerside of my right calf. My ears are the wrong shape for my facial type. My elbows are wrinkly.Asgara: What a mess you are! Maybe you just need a good screwing, sweetie. I've often found that to be a good pick-me-up in the wee hours. Why, just a while ago, the cook and I were--Schrafinator: Please. Spare me the details.Asgara: It's only nature. I'm sure one of these gentlemen would be glad to oblige you--Schrafinator: I wouldn't touch either of them with a pair of surgical gloves.Asgara:--and after that a hearty breakfast. Some delicious little sausages, maybe some kippers from the market at the harbor. Sometimes I'll walk down there of a morning just to get a glimpse of the bay. Oh, how I love nature--the trees and fields, the great clouds rolling in on a stormy day. And those people who say there is no God, I wouldn't give two cents for all their learning. My, my, I seemed to have worked up an appetite.This message has been edited by robinrohan, 08-16-2005 04:15 PMThis message has been edited by AdminPhat, 08-18-2005 01:01 AM

That sums it up well.Sorry if I offended people.