67 lines
2.8 KiB
Plaintext
67 lines
2.8 KiB
Plaintext
From rssfeeds@jmason.org Thu Oct 10 12:31:58 2002
|
|
Return-Path: <rssfeeds@example.com>
|
|
Delivered-To: yyyy@localhost.example.com
|
|
Received: from localhost (jalapeno [127.0.0.1])
|
|
by jmason.org (Postfix) with ESMTP id 69BE916F16
|
|
for <jm@localhost>; Thu, 10 Oct 2002 12:31:57 +0100 (IST)
|
|
Received: from jalapeno [127.0.0.1]
|
|
by localhost with IMAP (fetchmail-5.9.0)
|
|
for jm@localhost (single-drop); Thu, 10 Oct 2002 12:31:57 +0100 (IST)
|
|
Received: from dogma.slashnull.org (localhost [127.0.0.1]) by
|
|
dogma.slashnull.org (8.11.6/8.11.6) with ESMTP id g9A803K13838 for
|
|
<jm@jmason.org>; Thu, 10 Oct 2002 09:00:03 +0100
|
|
Message-Id: <200210100800.g9A803K13838@dogma.slashnull.org>
|
|
To: yyyy@example.com
|
|
From: diveintomark <rssfeeds@example.com>
|
|
Subject: Words fail me
|
|
Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 08:00:03 -0000
|
|
Content-Type: text/plain; encoding=utf-8
|
|
X-Spam-Status: No, hits=-990.3 required=5.0
|
|
tests=AWL,DATE_IN_PAST_03_06,GIVING_AWAY,T_NONSENSE_FROM_00_10,
|
|
T_NONSENSE_FROM_10_20,T_NONSENSE_FROM_20_30,
|
|
T_NONSENSE_FROM_30_40,T_NONSENSE_FROM_40_50,
|
|
T_NONSENSE_FROM_50_60,T_NONSENSE_FROM_60_70,
|
|
T_NONSENSE_FROM_70_80,T_NONSENSE_FROM_80_90,
|
|
T_NONSENSE_FROM_90_91,T_NONSENSE_FROM_91_92,
|
|
T_NONSENSE_FROM_92_93,T_NONSENSE_FROM_93_94,
|
|
T_NONSENSE_FROM_94_95,T_NONSENSE_FROM_95_96,
|
|
T_NONSENSE_FROM_96_97,T_NONSENSE_FROM_97_98,
|
|
T_NONSENSE_FROM_98_99,T_NONSENSE_FROM_99_100
|
|
version=2.50-cvs
|
|
X-Spam-Level:
|
|
|
|
URL: http://diveintomark.org/archives/2002/10/10.html#words_fail_me
|
|
Date: 2002-10-10T02:34:18-05:00
|
|
|
|
_The Morning News_: Rosencrantz & Joshua[1]. Words fail me, which is a rare
|
|
and pleasant gift, thank you. Instead, I will simply take this opportunity to
|
|
quote the original _Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead_, the excellent
|
|
play by Tom Stoppard which I keep nestled in my one remaining bookshelf[2]
|
|
between the _Tao Te Ching_ and Roald Dahl's _Charlie and the Chocolate Factory_
|
|
.
|
|
|
|
Guil: Exactly, it's a matter of asking the right questions and giving away
|
|
as little as we can. It's a game.
|
|
Ros: And then we can go?
|
|
Guil: And receive such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.
|
|
Ros: I like the sound of that. Waht do you think he meant by remembrance?
|
|
Guil: He doesn't forget his friends.
|
|
Ros: Would you care to estimate?
|
|
Guil: Difficult to say, really—some kings tend to be amnesiac, others
|
|
I suppose—the opposite, whatever that is...
|
|
Ros: Yes—but—
|
|
Guil: Elephantine... ?
|
|
Ros: Not how long—how much?
|
|
Guil: _Retentive_—he's a very retentive king, a royal retainer...
|
|
Ros: What are you playing at?
|
|
Guil: Words, words. They're all we have to go on.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
[1] http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/stories/rosencrantz_joshua.shtml
|
|
[2] http://diveintomark.org/archives/2002/04/19.html#alan_cooper_speaks
|
|
|
|
|