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We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.

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Tuesday, January 14. 2020

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“The great poems, plays, novels, stories teach us how to go on living, even submerged under forty fathoms of bother and distress. If you live ninety years you will be a battered survivor. Your own mistakes, accidents, failures, and otherness beat you down. Rise up at dawn and read something that matters as soon as you can.”


Advice from Harold Bloom, shortly before his recent death 


Posted by The Barrister in Quotidian Quotable Quote (QQQ) at 14:12 | Comments (2) | Trackbacks (0)

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I'm in my early seventies, but sometimes at about 3AM, the "mistakes, accidents, and failures" of a lifetime come back to haunt me. Even stuff I did in fifth grade. I remember every unkind or hurtful word I've ever spoken and every mistake I've ever made. Why only the bad stuff and not the good? Maybe this is part of some neurological cleansing process which proceeds while we sleep? I don't know but I can understand why the ancients believed in demons. Thankfully, these thoughts haven't come to me in a while, but when they do, I just order thesm to go away so I can go back to sleep. (Maybe I should be directing this confession to Dr. Joy LOL!)
#1 snopercod on 2020-01-14 14:51 (Reply)
So true. I only teach third grade, but their morning work on arrival is copy work in a copybook- very old school....great quotes, bits of poetry, short intros to famous books...which we discuss at morning meeting. It doesn't take long for every student to love literature. I'm going to steal your quote for their copybook!
#2 Mataczynski on 2020-01-14 21:01 (Reply)

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