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Verbing Weirds Language only if you're expecting it to work in a simple way. This is a special case of the more general truth that Language Weirds.
Only when a republic's life is in danger should a man uphold his government when it is in the wrong. There is no other time.
The church says Earth is flat; but I have seen its shadow on the moon, and I have more confidence in a shadow than the church.
If we can't find Heaven, there are always bluejays.
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I used to teach Russian and Ukrainian, and some basic English, to civil servants. Now I teach Russian at a local continued-learning institute. I dabble in Gaelic and Welsh. I'm am amateur photographer and I love birding (in a small way). I'm a Progressive, and a Freethinker, and I know Evolution is a fact - that's FCD, Friend of Charles Darwin (look down the sidebar). I read a lot, and follow women's college basketball. Also I love astronomy, though I'm a rank amateur at it. Most of all, I like living in the reality-based community...
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You cannot leave. You cannot drop the armor now. Why? Because you are needed, more than ever. You are mandatory to keep the energy flowing, the karmic vibrator buzzing, to keep the progressive and lucid half of the nation breathing and healthy and awake and ever reaching out to the half that's wallowing in fear and violence and homophobia and sexual dread, hoping to find harmony instead of cacophony, common ground instead of civil war, some sort of a shared love of a country so messy and internationally disrespected and openly confused its own president can't even speak the language.
After all, you don't hand over all your children the first time the flying monkeys bang on your door...
It's far from over. The tunnel is just a little darker -- and longer -- than we imagined.
Mark Morford
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I feel bad about correcting you twice (I'm the one who did the Lenya correction), but The Stars Look Down (which, like you, I know only from Dorothy L. Sayers) is by A.J. Cronin.
I hope this correction isn't too public. Miss Hillyard would have sent a polite note to your publisher to be corrected in the next edition, but I don't know who your publisher is!
No, absolutely not. If I objected to public correction, I'd have closed comments and make people email me.
However, this time I'm right. Cronin may have written The Stars Look Down (he did write it), but Carol Reed isn't an author: he's a director. So when I say he "gave us" The Stars Look Down I mean he directed the film. After all, Irving Stone wrote The Agony and the Ecstasy, F.L. Green wrote Odd Man Out, and Our Man in Havana was written by Graham Greene, who also wrote the short story on which The Fallen Idol was based as well as the screenplay for The Third Man. But it's Carol Reed who gave us those brilliant films.
ps - I actually know The Stars Look Down as a movie; it's the novel I know "only from from Dorothy L. Sayers".
Oh, I'm so embarrassed! I somehow decided that you were writing about Graham Greene, not Carol Reed! Put it down to my first few minutes back at the computer after a long holiday! (I hope it's that, rather than a symptom of incipient dementia, which is also, alas, possible.)
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