The earth is a nursery in which men and women play at being heroes and heroines, saints and sinners; but they are dragged down from their fool's paradise by their bodies: hunger and cold and thirst, age and decay and disease, death above all, make them slaves of reality: thrice a day meals must be eaten and digested: thrice a century a new generation must be engendered: ages of faith, of romance, and of science are all driven at last to have but one prayer "Make me a healthy animal."
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Neither he nor I were Shavian, her suit fits, ware it.
Marry Ann; and at the end of a week you'll find no more inspiration in her than in a plate of muffins.
Mmm, muffins...
...thrice a day meals must be eaten and digested...
And this is bad?
The are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart's desire. The other is to gain it.
Sheesh. This is a nerdy place!
Maybe I'll absorb some of that through osmosis here.
Please don't, Darce.
Why not, Chip? Is it dangerous? :)
Nerdiness does not become you.
Oh. :)
OTOH, I don't consider Shavian to be nerdy. Either way is fine w/ me.
Well, of course, I meant nerdy in the most complimentary of ways. Either way, I do consider many, not most of TY's commenters to be well-read, like the man himself.
I couldn't resist the "nerdy" avy.
;-)
If all economists were laid end to end, they would not reach a conclusion.
Ironrailsironweights needs to weigh in on the subject of "Shavian".
If all economists were laid end to end, they would not reach a conclusion.
But if they're laid front to front, they do reach orgasm.
Or front to end in some cases, I suppose.
If they were laid end-to-end, I would not be surprised.
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