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Old August 27th, 2004, 05:27 PM
Wayne Harrison
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"Wolfgang" wrote in message
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"rw" wrote in message
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Wolfgang wrote:
"rw" wrote in message
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Wayne Harrison wrote:


"Wolfgang" wrote



Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.


wow, man; j'u make that up?

Of course not. He plagiarized it from Coleridge's The Rime of the
Ancient Mariner.


Good God, you are an idiot. Still, I guess we have to give you

credit
for ferreting out the source of the quote a mere 21 minutes after
someone else published it.


It's customary (and honorable) to name the author when you quote

poetry,
or prose for that matter. I realize that you don't feel bound by the
standards of ethical behavior that guide your inferiors.


Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Stevie is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Wolfgang's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Stevie,
And Stevie Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Wolfgang that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Cassius
who knows that stevie is an honourable man.

i just can't believe all this **** is free.


yfitons
wayno (i just *knew* something wonderful was going to happen)



  #2  
Old August 27th, 2004, 05:48 PM
Tim J.
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"Wayne Harrison" wrote...
"Wolfgang" wrote...
"rw" wrote...
Wolfgang wrote:
"rw" wrote...
Wayne Harrison wrote:
"Wolfgang" wrote

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

wow, man; j'u make that up?

Of course not. He plagiarized it from Coleridge's The Rime of the
Ancient Mariner.

Good God, you are an idiot. Still, I guess we have to give you

credit
for ferreting out the source of the quote a mere 21 minutes after
someone else published it.

It's customary (and honorable) to name the author when you quote

poetry,
or prose for that matter. I realize that you don't feel bound by the
standards of ethical behavior that guide your inferiors.


Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Stevie is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Wolfgang's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Stevie,
And Stevie Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Wolfgang that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Cassius
who knows that stevie is an honourable man.

i just can't believe all this **** is free.

yfitons
wayno (i just *knew* something wonderful was going to happen)


It reminds me of gardening - spread some **** around, **** on it every once in a
while, and flowers bloom.
--
TL,
Tim
------------------------
http://css.sbcma.com/timj


  #3  
Old August 27th, 2004, 05:48 PM
Tim J.
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Posts: n/a
Default course packet


"Wayne Harrison" wrote...
"Wolfgang" wrote...
"rw" wrote...
Wolfgang wrote:
"rw" wrote...
Wayne Harrison wrote:
"Wolfgang" wrote

Like one, that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he knows, a frightful fiend
Doth close behind him tread.

wow, man; j'u make that up?

Of course not. He plagiarized it from Coleridge's The Rime of the
Ancient Mariner.

Good God, you are an idiot. Still, I guess we have to give you

credit
for ferreting out the source of the quote a mere 21 minutes after
someone else published it.

It's customary (and honorable) to name the author when you quote

poetry,
or prose for that matter. I realize that you don't feel bound by the
standards of ethical behavior that guide your inferiors.


Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up
To such a sudden flood of mutiny.
They that have done this deed are honourable:
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not,
That made them do it: they are wise and honourable,
And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts:
I am no orator, as Stevie is;
But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man,
That love my friend; and that they know full well
That gave me public leave to speak of him:
For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth,
Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech,
To stir men's blood: I only speak right on;
I tell you that which you yourselves do know;
Show you sweet Wolfgang's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,
And bid them speak for me: but were I Stevie,
And Stevie Antony, there were an Antony
Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue
In every wound of Wolfgang that should move
The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.

Cassius
who knows that stevie is an honourable man.

i just can't believe all this **** is free.

yfitons
wayno (i just *knew* something wonderful was going to happen)


It reminds me of gardening - spread some **** around, **** on it every once in a
while, and flowers bloom.
--
TL,
Tim
------------------------
http://css.sbcma.com/timj


 




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