[b]George Bernard Shaw
The thought of two thousand people crunching celery at the same time horrified me.[/b]
One can’t help but wonder: what brought that to mind?
After all, has it ever occured to you?
Censorship ends in logical completeness when nobody is allowed to read any books except the books that nobody can read.
Or [here]: Censorship ends in logical completeness when nobody is allowed to read any posts except the posts that nobody can read.
He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches.
Let’s decide what that makes us then.
Your friends are all the dullest dogs I know. They are not beautiful: they are only decorated. They are not clean: they are only shaved and starched. They are not dignified: they are only fashionably dressed. They are not educated: they are only college passmen. They are not religious: they are only pewrenters. They are not moral: they are only conventional. They are not virtuous: they are only cowardly. They are not even vicious: they are only “frail.” They are not artistic: they are only lascivious. They are not prosperous: they are only rich. They are not loyal, they are only servile; not dutiful, only sheepish; not public spirited, only patriotic; not courageous, only quarrelsome; not determined, only obstinate; not masterful, only domineering; not self-controlled, only obtuse; not self-respecting, only vain; not kind, only sentimental; not social, only gregarious; not considerate, only polite; not intelligent, only opinionated; not progressive, only factious; not imaginative, only superstitious; not just, only vindictive; not generous, only propitiatory; not disciplined, only cowed; and not truthful at all: liars every one of them, to the very backbone of their souls.
Of course we’re not friends, are we?
Progress is impossible without change; and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.
Progress? Yeah, right. But point taken
Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn.
Like, for example, Satyr’s scorn of me. If only here and now.