"Jeff Miller" wrote in message
news:Gm9Oe.678$rp.383@lakeread08...
...Moken...

No notion of time, no words for "want", "when", "worry", "hello",
"goodbye", no concept of aging, in tune with the sea, fishermen...

damn...sounds perfect to me... what do you folks think?

Sounds good to me.......despite the certainty that it's horse****.....except
(probably) the "in tune with the sea" part. The Anthros (God bless their
quaint, squinty tunnel vision) virtually never get it right. It's either
Rousseau's "noble savage" (Dryden's, actually, if we prefer the
systematists' insistence that priority counts for something:

"I am as free as Nature first made man,
Ere the base laws of servitude began,
When wild in woods the noble savage ran."* )

or Hobbes's:

"...it is manifest, that during the time men live without a common power to
keep them all in awe, they are in that condition which is called war; and
such a war as is of every man against every man....no arts; no letters; no
society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent
death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short."**

Either way, tokin' with the Moken is doubtless as good a way to spend the
day as any.

Wolfgang
who ain't jokin'.

*John Dryden, "The Conquest of Granada", 1670.
**Thomas Hobbes, "Leviathan", 1651.