Personal Scatologies

[Andrew Dinn]

Henry M writes:

> We are a precocious bunch. Apparently many of us were talented 
> children who never did quite enough growing up. I include myself, and 
> running through myself with a long sword, touch you, also, Steely. 
> Yes, you write well. Good boy. But your scattered intellect does a 
> poor job of covering up having spent too much time in the darkness of 
> an elementary school cloakroom or some such, sent there for some 
> hijinks. Bad boy! I imagine the scent of mothball sweaters and musty 
> boots is still exciting for you. A-and dim memories of the monster in 
> there with you.

I think my sentiments lie more with Don Quixote than the Windmills.
The latter merely stand and wave their arms. The Don not only dreams
of his sweet Dulcinea he also *acts* to protect her from those
terrible monsters. I know his behaviour frequently verges on the
*uncivilized* but then how civilized is it never to intervene in that
which sits outside the charmed circle of one's reach - exceed it else
what's a heaven for.

I'll happily confess my admiration for the shine on Steely's soup
plate and the prancing gait of his hobby-horse. I only wish I had the
strength (of character) to arm myself in such splendour and join
battle.

> Tag. You're it.

TILT! Game over.


Andrew Dinn
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And though Earthliness forget you,
To the stilled Earth say:  I flow.
To the rushing water speak:  I am.