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Monday, October 27, 2003

Ideofact finds the present in Poe, in The Mystery of Marie Roget:
We should bear in mind that, in general, it is the object of our newspapers rather to create a sensation -- to make a point -- than to further the cause of truth. The latter end is only pursued when it seems coincident with the former.








Saturday, October 18, 2003

Nature and Nature's law lay hid in night:
God said, "Let Newton be!," and all was light.

It did not last: the Devil howling "Ho!
Let Einstein be!" restored the status quo.


--Alexander Pope, completed by Sir John Collings Squire.

Friday, October 03, 2003

DOMINATION OF BLACK


At night, by the fire,
The colors of the bushes
And of the fallen leaves,
Repeating themselves,
Turned in the room,
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks
Came striding.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.

The colors of their tails
Were like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
In the twilight wind.
They swept over the room,
Just as they flew from the boughs of the hemlocks
Down to the ground.
I heard them cry--the peacocks.
Was it a cry against the twilight
Or against the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
Turning as the flames
Turned in the fire,
Turning as the tails of the peacocks
Turned in the loud fire,
Loud as the hemlocks
Full of the cry of the peacocks?
Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?

Out of the window,
I saw how the planets gathered
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
I saw how the night came,
Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks
I felt afraid.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.

We all feel better in the dark

" 'If it is any point requiring reflection,' observed Dupin, as he forebore to enkindle the wick, 'we shall examine it to better purpose in the dark.' "

Wednesday, October 01, 2003

"In the beginning--oh, long before that--when light was deciding who should be in and who should be out of spectrum, yellow was in trouble. Even then. Seems that green--you know how green can be--didn't want yellow in. Some silly primal envy, I suppose, but for whatever cause, the effect was bad on yellow, and caused yellow to weep yellow tears for several eternals (before there were years), until blue heard what was up between green and yellow, and took green aside for a serious talk in which blue pointed out that if yellow and blue were to get together--not that they would, but if they did--(a gentle threat)--they could make their own green. "Oh," said green, with some understanding. Naturally, by a sudden change of hue, green saw the light, and yellow got in. Worked out fine: yellow got lemons, and green got limes."

What's a Lincoln Cat? Dig.

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