Forgotten Treasures #9: TROUTING ON THE BRULÉ RIVER --PART 2

Daniel-San wrote:

"Wolfgang" wrote..

snip
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I turned in early, with a slight headache. My comrades had no idea of
prematurely retiring with too much trout to healthily go to bed with; and
while the camp-fire was wasting to embers and ashes, they reclined in the
tent, in the fading reflection of the dying light. They were not, then,
the contemplative men anglers are said to be. Between the snatches of
sleep, I heard high discourse among them about Darwin, evolution,
Swedenborgianism, and also other rambling profundities of theory and
speculation. When their jaws wearied at last of their verbosity and of
what, in my somnolence, appeared incoherent and windy twaddle, another
perturbing element to prevent an "exposition of sleep" coming upon me, was
a rain which set in.


...Some things never change. Nor should they, I believe.

When I read that passage the thought occurred to me that it sounded
just like ROFF. :-)

High, as the veteran, experienced in Sabbatizing in the woods, after some
yawning and wearisome lounging, equipped himself for reverent diversion
with the fishes, and committed himself to Tom and the canoe for combined
meditation and fly-fishing, up the silent river.

Wonderful. Simply wonderful.

___________________________________________
Wolfgang

Great stuff.

Absolutely. It makes me wish I had never posted my rambling
monologue disguised as a TR.


Dan
...who apparently needs to poke around the LOC site a bit more....

*Everyone* needs to do that. :-)


Chuck Vance (and not just us liberrians and liberrian wannabes
like Wolfgang :-)

"Conan The Librarian" wrote ...
Daniel-San wrote:

"Wolfgang" wrote..

snip
.

I turned in early, with a slight headache. My comrades had no idea of
prematurely retiring with too much trout to healthily go to bed with; and
while the camp-fire was wasting to embers and ashes, they reclined in the
tent, in the fading reflection of the dying light. They were not, then,
the contemplative men anglers are said to be. Between the snatches of
sleep, I heard high discourse among them about Darwin, evolution,
Swedenborgianism, and also other rambling profundities of theory and
speculation. When their jaws wearied at last of their verbosity and of
what, in my somnolence, appeared incoherent and windy twaddle, another
perturbing element to prevent an "exposition of sleep" coming upon me,
was a rain which set in.


...Some things never change. Nor should they, I believe.

When I read that passage the thought occurred to me that it sounded
just like ROFF. :-)

Being somewhat 'new' around these parts, I refrained from saying same. But I
sure agree.



High, as the veteran, experienced in Sabbatizing in the woods, after some
yawning and wearisome lounging, equipped himself for reverent diversion
with the fishes, and committed himself to Tom and the canoe for combined
meditation and fly-fishing, up the silent river.

Wonderful. Simply wonderful.

___________________________________________
Wolfgang

Great stuff.

Absolutely. It makes me wish I had never posted my rambling monologue
disguised as a TR.

You kidding? That was a great story to read.




Dan
...who apparently needs to poke around the LOC site a bit more....

*Everyone* needs to do that. :-)


Chuck Vance (and not just us liberrians and liberrian wannabes like
Wolfgang :-)



Dan

"Conan The Librarian" wrote in message
...
Daniel-San wrote:

"Wolfgang" wrote..

snip
.

I turned in early, with a slight headache. My comrades had no idea of
prematurely retiring with too much trout to healthily go to bed with; and
while the camp-fire was wasting to embers and ashes, they reclined in the
tent, in the fading reflection of the dying light. They were not, then,
the contemplative men anglers are said to be. Between the snatches of
sleep, I heard high discourse among them about Darwin, evolution,
Swedenborgianism, and also other rambling profundities of theory and
speculation. When their jaws wearied at last of their verbosity and of
what, in my somnolence, appeared incoherent and windy twaddle, another
perturbing element to prevent an "exposition of sleep" coming upon me,
was a rain which set in.


...Some things never change. Nor should they, I believe.

When I read that passage the thought occurred to me that it sounded
just like ROFF. :-)

Chapter III is fairly typical, I think........but that doesn't necessarily
mean that it's selection for inclusion here was entirely random.

High, as the veteran, experienced in Sabbatizing in the woods, after some
yawning and wearisome lounging, equipped himself for reverent diversion
with the fishes, and committed himself to Tom and the canoe for combined
meditation and fly-fishing, up the silent river.

Wonderful. Simply wonderful.

___________________________________________
Wolfgang

Great stuff.

Absolutely. It makes me wish I had never posted my rambling monologue
disguised as a TR.

Au contraire mon bookish frere, you have nothing at all to be ashamed of.
As a matter of fact, there is a LOT of stuff in ROFF that is every bit as
good as anything you'll find anywhere else, judged by any standard worth
considering. And I'm certain others think so as well. I'd bet a shniy new
nickel I wouldn't be the only person here thrilled to see someone mine the
archives and start up a "Best of ROFF" series.

Dan
...who apparently needs to poke around the LOC site a bit more....

*Everyone* needs to do that. :-)

Amen.

Chuck Vance (and not just us liberrians and liberrian wannabes like
Wolfgang :-)

My biggest fans never read I word I write. ;-)

Wolfgang
who knows there's nothing better than a good dose of roff to put a boy to
sleep with a smile on his face.

Wolfgang wrote:

"Conan The Librarian" wrote in message
...

When I read that passage the thought occurred to me that it sounded
just like ROFF. :-)

Chapter III is fairly typical, I think........but that doesn't necessarily
mean that it's selection for inclusion here was entirely random.

I would have been disappointed if it was. :-)

Absolutely. It makes me wish I had never posted my rambling monologue
disguised as a TR.

Au contraire mon bookish frere, you have nothing at all to be ashamed of.
As a matter of fact, there is a LOT of stuff in ROFF that is every bit as
good as anything you'll find anywhere else, judged by any standard worth
considering. And I'm certain others think so as well. I'd bet a shniy new
nickel I wouldn't be the only person here thrilled to see someone mine the
archives and start up a "Best of ROFF" series.

When I first ran across ROFF I did a bit of that to familiarize
myself with the place. I found authors whose style/content/whatever
interested me and did Google Groups searches on their (your) names. I
then bookmarked those for future reading.

In the process I learned a lot about the culture of ROFF and its
denizens. I expect if I were to return to one of those searches, I
could put together quite a nice collection. (A good portion of which
would simply be culled from various trip reports surrounding certain
anti-claves held (or not) in North Carolina.)

Chuck Vance (and not just us liberrians and liberrian wannabes like
Wolfgang :-)

My biggest fans never read I word I write. ;-)

Wolfgang
who knows there's nothing better than a good dose of roff to put a boy to
sleep with a smile on his face.

I guess that depends on whose stuff you're reading. :-)


Chuck Vance (you takes the good with the bad)

Conan The Librarian wrote:



In the process I learned a lot about the culture of ROFF and its
denizens. I expect if I were to return to one of those searches, I
could put together quite a nice collection. (A good portion of which
would simply be culled from various trip reports surrounding certain
anti-claves held (or not) in North Carolina.)


uh oh... um, that might cause a number of us to spend inordinate time
in the "library of excuses and alternative explanations" where all of
the necessary anti-clave reference works are maintained. g

jeff