FReeper Canteen ~ Hall of Heroes: Arthur Wermuth, Part 1 ~ February 18, 2013

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[Arrowhead1952]

He was actually trying to trap possums that were digging in his garden, but happened to catch Mr. Pepe one day.

[luvie]

*THUD*

uh....whew....thanks! (((hugs)))

[Kathy in Alaska]

Don’t eat it all at once....you’ll be up all night.

I am off for home! Back in a bit.

[ConorMacNessa]

Thanks very much for today's Scripture lesson, Mayor!

The passage "What is man that You are mindful of him?" puts me in mind of this great work of Henry Purcell:

Lord, What Is Man, Lost Man?



Keep Faith with the Fallen of Benghazi! Let the Obama Regime, for once, tell the Truth!

Fiat Justitia, Ruat Coelum!

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[MoochPooch]

Evening, Kathy. Gut Shabbes — & happy Purim. I’ll be away for the holiday, & presumably out of reach of computer. So I bid you a nice weekend!

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I can't go to DU or Huffpo without making sure I have a five gallon drum of Muriatic Acid for the Cleansing Job to follow. (The local bricklayers are generous when i need them to be).

During FR's absence,I Read "Brave New World", and read several analyses on line.

Not a SINGLE one of these geniuses mentioned an incredibly interesting point that Huxley made in the VERY last sentence of the book.

John the savage is found hanging in the Lighthouse. His body hangs there and turns:

Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and, after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east. …

What the literary critics failed to mention was that John, who was raised by Indians in the Southwest was, even in death, PRAYING. In Native American Spirituality, Prayer is initiated by turning to the Directions, North, South, East and West. Prayer is often ended this way too. It is analogous to the Catholic practice of making the Sign of the Cross at the beginning and end of a prayer.

In 1932, when Huxley wrote the book, little was known of how Indians prayed. Yet, Huxley had this as the close of his book. Of all the synopses I read, NOBODY mentioned this. Did I catch something nobody else caught? The Literary Critics were full of info about B.F. Skinner, Operant Conditioning, Hypnopedia(sleep learning) and the varieties of Psychotropic drugs that were like "Soma", but nobody seemed to "get" the very last sentence of the book. Am I imagining this? Have I discovered another aspect of this book that was written before I was born?

[luvie]

I shall savor. each. bite. :)

Be safe on your drive home...see ya in a few!

[Publius]

You could be right. Not every analyst possesses that kind of esoteric knowledge. Good catch.

[left that other site]

My best guitar student is on Wednesday. She can play the guitar solo to “Brown Eyed Girl”.

She’s 13.

I play bass with her, and I said we could get a job on a cruise ship...just avoid Carnival, as they have given new meaning to the nautical term “Poop Deck”.

[left that other site]

It’s a Violin Concerto, I think.

[luvie]

Surprise, surprise! LOL!

[left that other site]

:-)

[The Mayor]

It’s been a tough couple days! Good to be back.

[The Mayor]

Amen!

[Kathy in Alaska]

How fun that you two can play together....avoiding Carnival might be a good idea for a while. d:o)

[ConorMacNessa]

Bingo!

You're a digger! Those critics have neither the training nor the perspicacity to analyze a literary work. It was interesting for me to sit in some of the seminars we had in the English Department at Loyola - my classmates often had great insights into a particular work that sometimes even educated the profs.



Keep Faith with the Fallen of Benghazi! Let the Obama Regime, for once, tell the Truth!

Fiat Justitia, Ruat Coelum!

Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[Kathy in Alaska]

Happy Purim, Mooch. Have a wonderful holiday and safe travels.

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Of course, there is some traditional “teaching” involved, but I always made my greatest musical leaps when playing in a band. I try to replicate this experience by playing bass with my guitar students and throwing them solos!

[left that other site]

Nowadays, a lot of College Professors would probably think the Dystopian Horror that was the “Brave New World” would be a positively delightful utopian society. What, with promiscuity, abortion, elites, and underlings, it’s the “perfect World” for them!

[Kathy in Alaska]

Good evening, Mac...we are back!!!! *HUGS*

Other than not having FR, hope you had a good day.

It is spitting snowflakes here....little snowflakes.