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That Time of Year
In case you haven't seen this: Saving Daylight
Surely flies have great reasons for swarming through my nose while I am napping, but they are not good at communicating those reasons to me.The bear also talks about eating things, about existential doubt, and about whether bees/sticks/the forest/birds like him. It's kind of silly, sure. One tweet per day, as far as I can tell.
1. The real John; known only to his Maker.and similarly for Thomas. Holmes goes on to give flesh to this argument, ending with, "No wonder two disputants often get angry, when there are six of them talking and listening all at the same time."
2. John's ideal John; never the real one, and often very unlike him.
3. Thomas's ideal John; never the real John, nor John's John, but often very unlike either.
[A very unphilosophical application of the above remarks was made by a young fellow, answering to the name of John, who sits near me at table. A certain basket of peaches, a rare vegetable, little known to boarding-houses, was on its way to me via the unlettered Johannes. He appropriated the three that remained in the basket, remarking that there was just one apiece for him. I convinced him that his practical inference was hasty and illogical, but in the mean time he had eaten the peaches.]That deadpan ending appeals to me. Just a sample of what is to be found in the collection....