May 1st, 2006

baby

Anonymous and not

1) So what is the basic philosohy behind our anonymity, or rather pseudonymity, yours at least -- I was bold or reckless enough to appear disguised as myself, and some of you have worried for me, or at least been surprised...? I can think of a few reasons, but none seem particularly cogent -- maybe I just don't have former spouses, repo men, or disgruntled employees looking for me. All my employees are gruntled (actually never had one), I have only the one spouse and she's downstairs cooking dinner and would have little interest in these divagations, and the only private dick who ever tailed me was dispatched by my college landlady to collect a bill. He wrote a letter to my NY apartment (he found that!) and after vague threats signed his name -- O.L. "Chili" Cochrane. I suppose he could still be after me. Never trust men who put their nicknames on their calling cards.
baby

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2) Anyone know any wisecracks of the form "She was only a ---'s daughter, but -----"? This is not mere foolery but research for a novel. Those coming up with real period (1910 - 1950) examples that are eventually used will get a credit in the book (no, not really).

One to start you: "She was only a stableman's daughter, but all the horse manure." (You have to say it out loud to get it. This is Oral Tradition stuff.)
baby

Arise ye wretched of the earth

HAppy International Labor Day!

Debout les damnés de la terre
Debout les forçats de la faim
La raison tonne en son cratère
C'est l'éruption de la fin
Du passe faisons table rase
Foules, esclaves, debout, debout
Le monde va changer de base
Nous ne sommes rien, soyons tout

C'est la lutte finale
Groupons-nous, et demain (bis)
L'Internationale
Sera le genre humain

"Come the fine old conflict" as Jessica Mitford heard the first line of the chorus in her Commie days. A forgotten future that may return in "alienated majesty" as Emerson says.