Motto : i can't fucking believe how inadequate emacs is for playwriting.
suppose i want to see what solarino said. what, do i grep ?
what if i want to see his grammar, regexp ?!
suppose i want to see his rare word usage,
what do i do, perl from a list ?
whenever man sits down to do anything,
man discovers that he is in all likelihood the first man
to have ever sat down to do that one thing.
i dunno wtf all those dudes fixated on virginity
in their women don't get into programming.
fucking virgin field as far as the eye can see,
it could be 1815 for all anyone'd know.
I'm pregnant with wrath, I look like the girl on the right (in a purely intellectual way), but this has nothing to do with anything. And I've been reading a lot, as part of how this particular insanity goes, some of which happened to be apropos to an unrelated discussion (as part of how this particular insanity goes).
There are many sources for the best speech known to the English language, for those few, those happy few, those band of brothers that don't know it by heart (rejoice, lot, I hear your father has a kingdom somewhere that'll be your inheritance). One of them is, of course, the place that's their one true mother, moreso than any other
swamp natural reservoir of ignorance gas and self-importance aroma. Here's what it has to say :
Antony: Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it is a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, -
For Brutus is an honrable man;
So are they all, all honrable men, -
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
Julius Caesar Act III, sc. ii
Simple: (At Caesar's funeral, after Brutus killed Caesar) Friends, Romans, and people from the same country as me, listen to me for a short time. I came here to put the dead Caesar into the earth, not to say good things about him. The bad things that men do live after the men die. The good things they do is frequently put into the earth with their bones. I hope it will happen in that way for Caesar. The good Brutus told you Caesar was ambitious (wanting to be leader, wanting to be better than other people). If he was ambitious, it was a very bad thing for him to be. And Caesar has been punished very much for it. Brutus and all the others have let me be here and speak at Caesar's funeral because Brutus is a good man and all the others are good men. Caesar was my friend. He was a good friend to me and he always did things that were right when he did things to me. But Brutus says he was ambitious, and Brutus is a good man.
Let's do the simple right.i
Friends, Romans, men from my countryii, trade your time for my words. I came to serve the dead, not to praise Caesar. The fish you ate yesterday will still be with you when you die ; the fish you did not eat will not think of you that day. The same is true with Caesar. The goodiii Brutus told you he ate a lot of fish. If he did that, it's bad, and he died badly for it. Here, under the government of Brutus and the other good men - because Brutus is a good man, and so are all the others, all of them - I come to speak at Caesar's death. He was my friend, what he did to me was good and right. But Brutus says he was bad, and Brutus is government.
And so following.
But anyway, to answer a question from the public in more detail : poorly. I've never been this humiliated in my life.———
- On the (probably overgenerous) assumption that they're not just idle idiots, but actually mean Ogden's Basic English. [↩]
- Fancy this dumb shit : Ogden's original (850) as well as extended (2000) word list does NOT include the word "trust" ("government" is in there, of course - and so is copyright!). The notion that someone was at any point in history idiotic enough to imagine a language may exclude the fundamental, conceptual and essential root of any possibility of language, let alone any practical implementation thereof is the best possible illustration of the cold reality that no, you and your ilk are not qualified to speak. Shut up.
The fact that this fundamental breakage was discovered by the interference between Shakespeare's perfect text and my unyielding attention - as I was trying to note "lend me your ears" as "trust me to speak to you a moment", which happens to be fucking correct, by the way - is an excellent indicator of why exactly it is so important to read the classics, in their original form, and preferably in the original language of notation : it will sharpen your blunt instrument so that you too, one day, may possess a tool as fine, and as unyielding, as mine. La asta-ti serveste tie radicalurile. [↩]
- Check it out, "noble" is not even in the list.
What need have socialists of trust and nobility when they can have government and copyright and the beasts of the field ? To quote directly,
What the World needs most is about 1,000 more dead languages
Nuts. But, as far as socialism goes, mass extermination is an unavoidable necessity (as notably if indirectly pointed out by Poincarre, "an end of human suffering can not be the goal of policy, because it reduces to exterminating humanity"). [↩]