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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post
Reminds me of that old story about the two retired generals in conversation:
"I say, what do you reckon about Kipling?"
"No idea, old bean - I've never kippled"."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Nick Armstrong View Post
New R3 presenter Mr KiplingIt isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by Serial_Apologist View Post
Reminds me of that old story about the two retired generals in conversation:
"I say, what do you reckon about Kipling?"
"No idea, old bean - I've never kippled".
Which shall rid us from the curse
Of a prose which knows no reason
And an unmelodious verse:
When the world shall cease to wonder
At the genius of an Ass,
And a boy's eccentric blunder
Shall not bring success to pass:
When mankind shall be delivered
From the clash of magazines,
And the inkstand shall be shivered
Into countless smithereens:
When there stands a muzzled stripling,
Mute, beside a muzzled bore:
When the Rudyards cease from kipling
And the Haggards Ride no more."
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Originally posted by vinteuil View Post
" Will there never come a season
Which shall rid us from the curse
Of a prose which knows no reason
And an unmelodious verse:
When the world shall cease to wonder
At the genius of an Ass,
And a boy's eccentric blunder
Shall not bring success to pass:
When mankind shall be delivered
From the clash of magazines,
And the inkstand shall be shivered
Into countless smithereens:
When there stands a muzzled stripling,
Mute, beside a muzzled bore:
When the Rudyards cease from kipling
And the Haggards Ride no more."
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Originally posted by french frank View Post
But just remember those far-off halcyon days. I can't remember exactly what points we made to Mr Kipling: I do remember that, when offered, I took (and ate) one politely and you didn't
Not like me to refuse a French Fancy
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Originally posted by Nick Armstrong View Post
Didn’t I ??
Not like me to refuse a French Fancy
and politely declined.
Just remembered, FFs probably not best after a pizza lunch.
It isn't given us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world.
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Originally posted by french frank View Post
It was a lordly refusal rather like (I think I mentioned this previously) when Roy Jenkins turned down an invitation to sample a glass of the fruit cup made by one of the ladies of the constituency. Both kindly offeredand politely declined.
Just remembered, FFs probably not best after a pizza lunch.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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