I know that I did a Who said it? not so long ago, but I feel
like another one, and it’s my blog. So, ravaging my beloved library. . .
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And now for love:
And now for something I barely know how to describe . . . or even follow:
1) If there be among you any man, that is not
clean by reason of uncleanness that chanceth him by night, then shall he go
abroad out of the camp, he shall not come within the camp: But it shall be,
when evening cometh on, he shall wash himself with water: and when the sun is
down, he shall come into the camp again. Thou shalt have a place also without
the camp, with thou shalt go forth abroad: And thou shalt have a paddle upon
thy weapon; and it shall be, when thou wilt ease thyself abroad, thou shalt dig
therewith, and shalt turn back and cover that which cometh from thee: For the
Lord thy God walketh in the midst of thy camp, to deliver thee, and to give up
thine enemies before thee therefore shall thy camp be holy: that he see no
unclean thing in thee, and turn away from thee.
a) Hammurabi: The Code
of Hammurabi b) Moses: The Old
Testament c) Izaak Walton: The Compleat Angler
D) Woody Allen: Without Feathers
Sticking with religion but going to the other end of the
spectrum:
2) So far I have seen
nothing which could possibly give me the notion that cosmic force is the
manifestation of a mind and will like my own infinitely magnified; a potent and
purposeful consciousness which deals individually and directly with the
miserable denizens of a wretched little flyspeck on the back door of a
microscopic universe, and which singles this putrid excrescence out as the one
spot whereto to send an onlie-begotten Son, whose mission is to redeem those
accursed fly-speck-inhabiting lice which we call human beings-bah!! Pardon the
“bah!” I feel several “bahs,” but out of courtesy I only say one. But it is all
so very childish. I cannot help taking exception to a philosophy that would
force this rubbish down my throat. “What have I against religion?” That is what
I have against it!
a) J.R.R. Tolkien b) H.P. Lovecraft c) Robert Howard d) J.M.
Barrie
Switch of topic. Here’s a story about Abraham Lincoln:
3) Tis said that in
his younger days, he made a vow that if ever he should find a man uglier than
himself, he would shoot him. One day while rambling over the hills with his
rifle in his hand, in search of game, he met a man who was exceedingly ugly,
immediately he cocked his gun and took aim, but upon being asked by the
stranger what he was going to do, if he was going to murder him, Lincoln
lowered his gun, told the stranger his vow and that he must prepare himself to
meet his fate.
The stranger, after eyeing
him for a while and scanning him from head to foot, exclaimed: “Well, if I am
uglier than you, I don’t want to
live—so just shoot.”
a) Abraham Lincoln b) Stephen
Douglas c) Andrew Johnson d) Mark Twain
Let’s turn to sex, which always leads to enjoyable historical discoveries:
4) The vital thing is to ensure the right mixture of seeds for
procreation, coarse harmonizing with fine and fine with coarse. Another
important factor is diet: semen foods thicken the seeds in the body, others in
turn thin and diminish them. A third factor of great importance is the mode in
which the pleasures of intercourse are enjoyed. It is thought that women
conceive more readily in the manner of four-footed beasts in a prone posture
with the loins uplifted so as to give access to the seed. Certainly, wives have
no need of lascivious movements. A woman makes conception more difficult by
offering a mock resistance and accepting Venus with a wriggling body. She
diverts the furrow from the straight course of the ploughshare and makes the
seed fall wide of the plot. These tricks are employed by prostitutes for their
own ends, so that they many not conceive too frequently and be laid up by
pregnancy and at the same time may make intercourse more attractive to men. But
obviously our wives can have no use for them.
a) Dr. Ruth Westheimer b)
Sigmund Freud c) St. Augustine d) Lucretius
Now, from sex to the pastoral
life:
5) Since
my last misfortunes I have led a quiet country life. I rise with the sun, and
go into one of the woods for a few hours to inspect yesterday’s work; I pass
some time with the woodcutters, who have always some troubles to tell me,
either of their own or their neighbors’. On leaving the wood I go to a spring,
and thence up to my bird-snaring enclosure, with a book under my arm-Dante,
Petrarch, or one of the minor poets, such as Tibullus or Ovid. I read their
amorous transports and the history of their loves, recalling my own to my mind,
and time passes pleasantly in these meditations. Then I betake myself to the
inn by the roadside, chat with passers-by, ask news of the places whence they
come, hear various things, and note the varied tastes and diverse fancies of
mankind. This carries me to the dinner hour, when, in the company of my brood,
I swallow whatever fare this poor little place of mine, and my slender patrimony,
can afford me. In the afternoon I go back to the inn. There I generally find
the host, a butcher, a miller, and a couple of brick-makers. I mix with these
boors the whole day, playing at cricca and tric trac, which games give rise to
a thousand quarrels and much exchange of bad language; and we generally wrangle
over farthings . . . .”
a) Job b) Thoreau c) Machiavelli
d) Peter the Great
I found this one in my Portable
Enlightenment Reader:
6) NEGRO, Homo pello nigra, a name given to a variety of the human
species, who are entirely black, and are found in the torrid zone, especially
in that part of Africa which lies within the tropics. In the complexion of
negroes we meet with various shades; but they likewise differ far from other
men in all the features of their face. Round cheeks, high cheek-bones, a
forehead somewhat elevated, a short, broad, flat nose, thick lips, small ears,
ugliness, and irregularity of shape, characterize their external appearance.
The negro women have he loins greatly depressed, and very large buttocks, which
give the back the shape of a saddle. Vices the most notorious seem to be the
portion of this unhappy race: idleness, treachery, revenge, cruelty, impudence,
stealing, lying, profanity, debauchery, nastiness and intemperance, are said to
have extinguished the principles of natural law, and to have silenced the
reproofs of conscience. They are strangers to every sentiment of compassion,
and are an awful example of the corruption of man when left to himself.
a) Encyclopedia Britannica b) Gray’s
Anatomy c) Thomas Jefferson d) St. Ambrose
7) Though still in bed my thoughts go out to you, Meine unsterbliche
Geliebte, now and then joyfully, then sadly, waiting to learn whether or
not fate will hear us. I can live only wholly with you, or not at all-yes I am
resolved to wander so long away from you until I can fly you into the land of
spirits. . . . Oh God, why is it necessary to part from one whom one so loves
and yet my life in W is now a wretched life-your love makes me at once the
happiest and the unhappiest of men-at my age I need a steady, quiet life. . . .
Be calm, only by a calm consideration of our existence can we achieve our
purpose to live together-be calm-love me-today-yesterday-what tearful longings
for you-My life-my all-farewell-Oh, continue to love me-never misjudge the most
faithful heart of your beloved L.
Ever thine, ever mine, ever for each other.
a) Lon Chaney b) Martin Luther
c) Larry Fine d) Ludwig von Beethoven
Is the next guy just fulfilled, or seriously depressed:
8) There is one reason why we cannot complain of life, it keeps no one
against his will. . . . You have had veins cut for the purpose of reducing your
weight. If you would pierce your heart, a gaping wound is not necessary; a
lancet will open the way to freedom, and tranquility can be purchased at the
cost of a pinprick. . . . Wherever you look, there is an end to troubles. Do
you see that precipice?-it is a descent to liberty. Do you see that river, that
cistern, that sea?-freedom is in their depths. . . . But I am running on too
long. How can a man end his life it he cannot end a letter? . . . As for me, my
dear . . . I have lived long enough. I have had my fill. I await death.
Farewell.
a) Dr. Kervorkian b) Vincent van
Gogh c) Seneca d) Adolph Hitler
Make a mistake and someone is always right there to pin the blame on you:
9) Right here, on this very spot, I took leave of him. I wished him
success and honor. “You have your instructions,” I said, “from the Secretary of
War. I had a strict eye to them and will add but one word-beware of a
surprise!”—I repeated—“BEWARE OF A SURPRISE! You know how the Indians fight
us!” He went off with that, as my last solemn warning thrown into my ears. And
yet!-to suffer that army to be cut to pieces, hacked, butchered, tomahawked, by
a surprise—the very thing I guarded him against! Oh, God! Oh, God, he is worse
than a murderer! How can he answer it to his country? The blood of the slain is
upon him—the curse of widows and orphans—the curse of heaven!
a) George Washington b) Abraham
Lincoln c) Ulysses Grant d) Tecumseh
10) I know this—that all the famous beauties love being put into
comparisons; it pays them, you see, for comparisons of the beautiful are
beautiful, I think; but I will not do it with you in return. Well, if this
stingray is numb itself as well as making others numb, I am like it; if not, I
am not. For I am not clear-headed myself when I make others puzzled, but I am
as puzzled as puzzled can be, and thus I make others puzzled too. So now, what
virtue is I do not know; but you knew, perhaps, before you touched me, although
now you resemble one who does not know. All the same, I wish to investigate,
with your help, that we may both try to find out what it is.
a) Socrates b) Dan Quayle c)
Sen. Joseph McCarthy 4) Jean-Paul Sartre
1) ) “If there be
among you any man, that is not clean by reason of uncleanness . . .” You’d
think it be Woody Allen’s hysterical Without
Feathers, which had a field day with the Bible or any of the others except
the one it is. But, I swear to you that this is from The Old Testament: Deut: Ch. 23, 10-14. And, yes, it is exactly
what you think it is. thou shalt clean up after yourself. Apparently, not only could a sparrow not fall without God
noticing it, but he was quite the sanitarian.
2) “As far I have seen nothing which could possibly give me
the notion that cosmic force is the manifestation of a mind . . .” Certainly not Tolkien, who was a religious
Catholic, but neither was it the creators of Peter Pan or Conan the Barbarian,
Robert Howard, but, Mr. Lovecraft, the creator of a literary world where his pathetic protagonists
were the victims of a panoply of pagan gods – “the Old Ones,” who I believe
were really space aliens. But, I have read too little of him to be sure, and
unlike Stephen King, can’t say I really liked him so much. Obviously, he didn’t
believe in many or one God himself. I hate to tell you he was also quite the
racist and sympathetic to fascism, which does not make him very sympathetic to
us. I know J.M. Barrie was at least technically a Calvinist, and I have no idea
what Howard believed, though I know Lovecraft wrote to him of his atheism.
Perhaps Howard’s views are contained within their correspondence, which I hope
to one day peruse, rather than read.
3) “Tis said that in his younger days, he made a vow that if
ever he should find a man uglier than himself. . .” Sounds like Twain, but it
is actually Lincoln himself, as reported by a local man in a newspaper article.
There are too many things I admire about Lincoln to list here, but I identify
with him for his love of reading, his belief-even if futile-in the power of
reason by persuasion, his lack of fashion sense and his recognition that we all can’t be Brad
Pitt, can we? I guess he would have said we can't all be Stephen Douglas, can we?
4) “The vital thing is
to ensure the right mixture of seeds for procreation . . .” I don’t think that Dr. Ruth, entertaining as
she could be, would go quite as far as this author, but the others all seem like
possibilities. Augustine, I do not know of discussing sexuality so carnally,
though he confessed to his own long struggle with chastity and took the view
that while sexuality was evil, in was good in marriage when related to
procreation, fidelity or as a sacrament. Freud, who had many typical 19th
century ideas about sex, could easily have written the above, but it was actually written by
Lucretius, the Epicurian peer of Cicero and Caesar, whose On Nature delight me no less in my fifties than it did in my
twenties. Was any of this correct? Well, actually, his biological reading
of genetics seems fairly consistent with modern times, even if he did not have
the scientific tools or vocabulary we are used to, but that a child was a
product of mother and father was always pretty obvious from its traits. I just
did a Yahoo search and there are serious articles about food and semen, so
maybe he was on to something there. But, one search is my limit on this and I did not find anything that sounded
like scientific knowledge. Although I enjoy human sexuality with respect to the
psychology of attraction, life is too short for me to divert myself by
researching whether a woman's position or movement affects the probability of pregnancy. You
do it. I am just entertained by Lucretius, right or wrong.
5) “Since my last
misfortunes I have led a quiet country life.” I threw Job in their just because
of the mention of misfortunes, but among his travails was not quarreling with
his friends while playing tric trac. Thoreau
makes the most sense, but what the author describes would be a successful life
to Thoreau, not time wasted. Peter the Great did spend some time kicking back
in Europe, particularly in the Netherlands, Germany and England, but he also
was a man of great energy and rather spent his time learning to make ships,
playing war games or acting the vandal with his drinking buddies. The answer is
Machiavelli, who, suffering from the loss of his world, Florence , when it was conquered by Pope
Julius II, lived at a Villa in the country for much of the rest of his life where he wrote Il principe, among other things. It was
not printed until he was dead a number of years. But, still it is read today by
college students and the occasional glint-eyed employer or politician who hopes
to find some hint to make his own play for power.
Machiavelli actually did not have a long run. When Florence was defeated he was tortured and, though he survived, lost what influence he had and much later died impoverished,
quite unlike the impression so many have of him as a successful power behind the throne.
6) “NEGRO, Homo pello
nigra, a name given to a variety of the human species, who are entirely black.
. . .” I know you think I’m picking on Jefferson
again, but, no, he did not write it. He might have read it though. It was in
the first American edition of the Encyclopedia
Britannica in 1798. Gray’s Anatomy was a possibility (although not
published for decades after the EB made its debut in America), but I can’t tell you
why I rounded the list out with St. Ambrose, of whom I cannot tell you a thing about
his feelings about Africans.
7) “Though still
in bed my thoughts go out to you, Meine
unsterbliche Geliebte. . . .”
And the answer is . . . Martin Luther. No, kidding. Lon Chaney. No,
not really. It’s actually Larry Fine of Three Stooges fame. All right,
Beethoven. This is his famous My immortal
beloved (translation of the German) letter. Who was she? We don’t know. But
he really liked her. I guess Larry Fine could have written it. I once wrote in
one of my posts, to my own astonishment and humiliation, that Beethoven went
blind. Of course, it was deafness that was his problem. But, even Homer sometimes
nods.
8) “There is one
reason why we cannot complain of life, it keeps no one against his will. . .” I often sneak in a Hitler quote, but this is
not it. It was Seneca, who, soon after at Nero’s command did do away with
himself. Kervorkian helped people kill themselves. He didn’t kill himself.
Don’t beat yourself up if you picked van Gogh.
9) “Right here, on this very spot, I took leave of him. I
wished him success and honor. . . .” Could have been any of them, even Tecumseh.
But, Tecumseh's braves were the assailants II believe he was off scouting that day) and General Arthur St.
Clair’s army his victims. In any event, the words were George
Washington’s, as reported by his private secretary, Tobias Lear. GW did have a
temper and perhaps this time was very justified.
10) “I know this—that
all the famous beauties love being put into comparisons . . . .” I was also going to suggest Soupy Sales. Boy
is that guy puzzled. I may have cheated a little. Socrates was a real person,
but, who knows if he really said it, or if what he is supposed to have said in Plato's Meno all made up. But, as the people he
was writing for knew Socrates, I suspect it at least sounds much like
something he said in an inimical fashion.
That’s all folks.