Saturday, April 28, 2012

Richardson's Finest


A sight you definitely don't want to see when you look out your front door.
Unless you need help. Then you want to see 'em all there.
Experiencing mixed emotions on a Saturday afternoon.
That's all I know. Don't ask me any more.

All of which reminds me of this story...
When Sir Walter Raleigh was imprisoned in the Tower of London, he occupied himself with writing a history of the world. He had finished the first volume and was at work on the second when there was a scuffle between some workmen beneath the window of his cell, and one of the men was killed. In spite of diligent enquiries, and in spite of the fact that he had actually seen the thing happen, Sir Walter was never able to discover what the quarrel was about; whereupon, so it is said -- and if the story is not true it certainly ought to be -- he burned what he had written and abandoned his project.
Source: George Orwell.
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2 comments:

Adam said...

What the...

If what you're implying is what actually happened, I'm really appalled. This might be a good time to ask the question that's been in my head for a few months: does our town have a disproportionately large share of fanatics and the intolerant?

Mark Steger said...

Adam, I don't know what you think I'm implying (and I don't think I want to know), but I was implying nothing that anyone should be appalled about. Nobody said it in this case, but it's true here: "There's nothing to see here. Move along."