Apr. 10th, 2005

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I have to put this here. I don't want to lose it

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From The Crimes of England by GK Chesterton

Third, don't perpetually boast that you are cultured in language which proves that you are not. You claim to thrust yourself upon everybody on the ground that you are stuffed with wit and wisdom, and have enough for the whole world. But people who have wit enough for the whole world, have wit enough for a whole newspaper paragraph. And you can seldom get through even a whole paragraph without being monotonous, or irrelevant, or unintelligible, or self-contradictory, or broken-minded generally. If you have something to teach us, teach it to us now. If you propose to convert us after you have conquered us, why not convert us before you have conquered us? As it is, we cannot believe what you say about your superior education because of the way in which you say it. If an Englishman says, "I don't make no mistakes in English, not me," we can understand his remark; but we cannot endorse it. To say, "Je parler le Frenche language, non demi," is comprehensible, but not convincing. And when you say, as you did in a recent appeal to the Americans, that the Germanic Powers have sacrificed a great deal of "red fluid" in defence of their culture, we point out to you that cultured people do not employ such a literary style. Or when you say that the Belgians were so ignorant as to think they were being butchered when they weren't, we only wonder whether you are so ignorant as to think you are being believed when you aren't. Thus, for instance, when you brag about burning Venice to express your contempt for "tourists," we cannot think much of the culture, as culture, which supposes St. Mark's to be a thing for tourists instead of historians. This, however, would be the least part of our unfavourable judgment. That judgment is complete when we have read such a paragraph as this, prominently displayed in a paper in which you specially spread yourself: "That the Italians have a perfect knowledge of the fact that this city of antiquities and tourists is subject, and rightly subject, to attack and bombardment, is proved by the measures they took at the beginning of the war to remove some of their greatest art treasures." Now culture may or may not include the power to admire antiquities, and to restrain oneself from the pleasure of breaking them like toys. But culture does, presumably, include the power to think. For less laborious intellects than your own it is generally sufficient to think once. But if you will think twice or twenty times, it cannot but dawn on you that there is something wrong in the reasoning by which the placing of diamonds in a safe proves that they are "rightly subject" to a burglar. The incessant assertion of such things can do little to spread your superior culture; and if you say them too often people may even begin to doubt whether you have any superior culture after all. The earnest friend now advising you cannot but grieve at such incautious garrulity. If you confined yourself to single words, uttered at intervals of about a month or so, no one could possibly raise any rational objection, or subject them to any rational criticism. In time you might come to use whole sentences without revealing the real state of things.
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What an excellent day.

Safe journey up (2.5 hours) though train fare slightly more than I'd expected. (Note for future reference -- book earlier? Need to check.)

Murder One is moving across the street, and is closing their science fiction/fantasy section, which means that I got some nice bargains there. Forbidden Planet is still in place, and I picked up some good latest-in-series there. (Though not Bujold's forthcoming Hallowed Hunt -- I'd been nurturing vague daydreams of running across an unpublished ARC while poking around, unlikely as it was. Ah well.)

In Notting Hill Gate Book Exchange, I ran across a copy of a book which I first read at university nearly 15 years ago. I'd forgotten the title, I'd forgotten the author, I'd just remembered a few bits that amused me at the time. Well, I now own a copy of it. :)

Exhausted, but very good day.

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"Nay, nay," grumbled the Baron. "If your lore be limited to the doing of saints, at least let us hear of such as St Michael. Now there was a joli saint! And a knight to boot, which is more than thy St Sebastian can claim, he who lacked the good sense to hide behind a tree when they were shooting arrows at him. Damned fool! . . . though I say it with no disrespect. Tell us, I prithee, how St Michael grappled with the foul dragon. Describe how that fire-belching beast was wont to take off maidens and have his way with them, and feel free to limn these doings with close detail. Then, look ye, picture for us the good knight's combat, and how he did chop off the monster's manhood and club him with it! That's a good bit! Then recount how the knight did reach down the beast's throat and grasp his tail and with a whip of his mighty arm did snap the dragon inside out that he might kick his fud from within!" The Baron's eyes glowed as he drew his chair close to the priest's and rubbed his hands together. "Aye, aye. Tell us of such uplifting things as these!"

"Truly, sire," protested the clerk, "although I am well acquainted with the tale of St Michael, I wot not such incidents as you describe."

-- Rude Tails And Glorious, Nicholas Seare

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