Almost there...
May. 5th, 2003 11:53 pm...but there are no prizes to pushing things to their, um, logical end, which places me athwart Kipling's observation, to the effect that
(I just love mixed metaphors, don't you? :^)
By the way, the last couplet I quote of Kipling's is, I think, a fine example of language that demonstrates the music of poetry using very nearly pretense-free language (i.e., it's almost conversational... like one of those episodes that happen to pretty much all of us from time to time where we say three or four words that have a naturally occurring rhythm or rhyme).
By the way, the stanza is from Kipling's much misunderstood The Female of the Species. And on that note, I think I shall go spend some time examining the inside of my eyelids.
Cheers...
Man, a bear in most relations - worm and savage otherwise, --Well... maybe athwart. What I'm trying to say is this: out of slightly more than 3000 words I set as a goal for the day (which represents half the assignment), I've done all but 430 of them so far, but have no intention to stay up past midnight just to coddle my ego. As it is, I got a late start today, so if I do even slightly better tomorrow, I shall have the job in the bag and out the door at the appointed hour on Wednesday.
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
(I just love mixed metaphors, don't you? :^)
By the way, the last couplet I quote of Kipling's is, I think, a fine example of language that demonstrates the music of poetry using very nearly pretense-free language (i.e., it's almost conversational... like one of those episodes that happen to pretty much all of us from time to time where we say three or four words that have a naturally occurring rhythm or rhyme).
By the way, the stanza is from Kipling's much misunderstood The Female of the Species. And on that note, I think I shall go spend some time examining the inside of my eyelids.
Cheers...