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Originally posted by Tim Murphy:
I agree with Slater, and I differ with McMillan in finding this a perfect example of DT's windbaggery. Posturing, glorious, highflown windbaggery.
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Aye, but at least it means something. You can't compare it to flatulence like:
...it is the sinners' dust tongued bell claps me to churches
when with his torch and hourglass, like a sulphur priest,
his beast heel cleft in a sandal,
time marks a black aisle kindle from the brand of ashes,
grief with dishevelled hands tear out the altar ghost
and a firewind kill the castle...
(alright officer, I'll come quietly)
[This message has been edited by Hugh McMillan (edited September 30, 2005).]