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From: | Louisa Pitts |
Subject: | [Info-chinese] countryman sweetener |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 18:08:15 -0000 |
And those early Italian builder-monks, clearly,
were connoisseurs ofthe right kind.
Take her and be damned, growled Don Pasquale.
Leisure is the curse of the poor in spirit. Who is this exquisitely arrayed shadow
that shakes its hyacinthinelocks in disapproval?
But Concetta would make a good
manageress.
In this sense, a flea is exactly as virtuous as a
man.
Everything which distinguishes man from animals is
the result ofleisure.
Which reminds me of a fine old-fashioned game they
play in theCaucasus. He is the hypostasis ofintelligent human effort adjusting
itself to a non-moral environment.
For are these things really the curses which
dreamerslike Ruskin would have us believe? He neverapologised for this disturbance;
it was his yearly holiday, heexplained.
I was saying that Concetta would make a good
manageress.
Take her and be damned, growled Don
Pasquale.
The taste of the wine depends upon the heart ofthe
vintner.
This is the signal for the ancestral gameto
begin.
The dead are lowered into it, but soon enoughthey
rise and float on the surface. A nation without a cellar-lore can hardly be said to
exist, save onthe map. But what chapterscould be written on that
subject!
And every night, with tremendous din, he was
carried to bed.
There was a lantern in his hand: a stream of
lightpoured from it. Surely not, if theleaders are to be taken as representative of
the rest. Who is this exquisitely arrayed shadow that shakes its hyacinthinelocks in
disapproval? Leisure first made man formidable on earth.
On the wall sat an old man, smoking a black
pipe.
The world is full of untasted liquor, of
inchoatefriendships swallowed up in the murk of night. Montesquieu lodged with the
Carthusians onCapri and praises their wine in his journal. This was a smart
youthcalled Antonio; yes, signore, a very smart youth. There is no end to these
unnecessary horrors.
That is why they remainedsober when the rest of us
went crazy.
Religions should stand on their merits, no
doubt.
But he was born before his time, like all great
men. No, I dont, said the new waiter, quite calmly.
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