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From: | Mamie Kramer |
Subject: | [Emonkey-dev] ashore M |
Date: | Thu, 7 Sep 2006 19:51:51 -0300 |
For instance,Charles might have met that human
prodigy Isaac Newton.
You are fortunate, Mr Newton, in suffering nothing
worsethan Nell. I did not know that you disapproved of theplayhouse, Mrs
Basham.
You can do, quite deliberately and intentionally,
sevendistinct actions in a second.
But I must make an exception to this general
invitation.
I am ashamed that you should have been keptwaiting
at the wrong side of my door. He is closer to you than you have placed yourself to
me. Oh sir, the only one I can remember was on my sixthbirthday. My father, who died
before I was born, was a wild,extravagant, weak man: so they tell me. You are the
oldest andwisest person present, are you not? Please, maam, another gentleman wants
Mr Newton.
But we keep the old signboard upover the door of
the old shop. Fox the Quaker, in his leather breeches had theimpudence to
call.
There is a Mr Rowley going to call on you at half
pasteleven. Remind me to give you one and sevenpence on your nextbirthday if you are
a good girl. I suffer greatly from shame at my ignorance. I did not know that you
disapproved of theplayhouse, Mrs Basham. You are very civil, sir; and you speak very
justly.
So I bring thethree on the stage to relieve the
intellectual tension.
I spend my lifecontemplating the ocean of my
ignorance.
In any decentEnglish village you would be put in
the stocks to teach you goodmanners. Copyright laws are changing all over the
world.
If I may add you to thelist of my beaus I shall be
the proudest woman in London.
This isthe scientific business which made it
impossible for you to see methis morning.
Your sinful nature makes you thebest mannered man
in the kingdom.
Sir: there is nobody who is not good enough for me.
My fathers business is abolished in England: hewas executed for practising it. Seven
hundred and fiftysix million eight hundred andsixtyfour thousand
seconds.
We met by chance at your door; and his favorite dog
waskind enough to take a fancy to me.
It is not fair of her to keep mentioning my
profession whenI cannot decently mention hers.
Mrs Basham: my housekeeper, and the faithful
guardian of my hours.
Anybody can complain of a grievance; but its
remedydemands constructive political capacity.
Am I addressing the philosopher Isaac
Newton?
Two hundred and ten thousand two hundred and forty
hours.
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