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8 Jul 2008
A passenger in a taxi leaned over to ask the driver a question and tapped him on the shoulder. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.

For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, and then the still shaking driver said, 'I'm sorry, but you scared the daylights out of me.'

The frightened passenger apologized to the driver and said he didn't realize a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much.

The driver replied, 'No, no, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault. Today is my first day driving a cab.................. I've been driving a hearse for the last 25 years.'
16 Jun 2008
Today is the celebration of Bloomsday, as everyone who has struggled through Ulysses will remember and Molly's yes yes yes and the day's journey through Dublin beginning with Buck Mulligan's mirror and razor as he yelled up the stairs.
Z
25 May 2008
Recessional
June 22, 1897
Rudyard Kipling


GOD of our fathers, known of old—
Lord of our far-flung battle-line—
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies—
The captains and the kings depart—
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!

Far-call'd our navies melt away—
On dune and headland sinks the fire—
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe—
Such boasting as the Gentiles use
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard—
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard—
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
13 May 2008
Another simple game:- - -

Each player gives the last name of a famous person (real or literary) that begins with the last letter of the previous name.

Example:

"Nietzsche"

becomes

"Emerson"

No repeats, if you please.

I will start it off:


Zarathustra
13 May 2008
The rules are quite simple.

Each player, by substituting one letter from the word immediately above, makes a new word.

Simple example:

"Dog"

then

"Dot" (the g is replaced with t)- - - or "Dig" or "Ado," e.g..

(Boggle or Scrabble players will have an edge).
Now of course, we don't want to make it all that simple. So I will begin the game with:

SPRITE






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Sphinx
I've just begun to read "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" Very interesting.
27 Nov 2007 - 13:16
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good to have you as a member here
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